I am so sorry about whatever happened to you, to make you this way.
You poor man.
I actually minored in psych in college, so I've got a little background.
But you were the one who didn't know the meaning of the word "affect" so
again, this is a case of projection. But you force me to analyze what you
say because you can't seem to make a straightforward response. So I have
to try to get in back of your words to the motivations that make you
respond the way you do.
It's a lot like studying the bugs on a microscope slide, in many ways.
And the bugs can get pretty ugly.
Whoop-de-doo! You can only work at an analytical level. I'm SOOOOOOOO
impressed. LEWZER!
Bad batch of Jenkem, or maybe some of that Gypsum weed.
> Whoop-de-doo! You can only work at an analytical level. I'm SOOOOOOOO
> impressed. LEWZER!
Again that's pretty weak. A stronger response would have pointed to
specific instances where I was wrong and a display of your deeper
understanding of the situation. Instead you resort to "Your mother wears
army boots" or some such nonsense. I'm not using psychology so much as
dialectics here. I plot one avenue of investigation, come to a dead end,
and try another. Eventually after all the "negative space" has been
filled in you get a pretty accurate picture of what's behind the curtain.
Maybe not in detail, but generally. You're doing your best to hide
something about yourself but you can't stop responding.
PBLBBLLBBBLBLLTTLTLTLTLTLTTTTTTTT!
So his first step to recovery involves confessing to a badly-embalmed
corpse?
--
* Radio Free Entropy: http://just-john.com/cn/rfe.shtml
"
Ohhhh...
I wish you could meet my girlfriend, my girlfriend who lives
in Canada.
She couldn't be sweeter
I wish you could meet her,
My girlfriend who lives in Canada!
Her name is Alberta
She live in Vancouver
She cooks like my mother
And sucks like a Hoover.
I e-mail her every single day
Just to make sure that everything's okay.
It's a pity she lives so far away, in Canada!
Last week she was here, but she had the flu.
Too bad
'Cause I wanted to introduce her to you
It's so sad
There wasn't a thing that she could do
But stay in bed with her legs up over her head!
Oh!
I wish you could meet my girlfriend,
But you can't because she is in Canada.
I love her, I miss her, I can't wait to kiss her,
So soon I'll be off to Alberta!
I mean Vancouver!
Shit! Her name is Alberta, she lives in Vancou-
She's my girlfriend!
My wonderful girlfriend!
Yes I have a girlfriend, who lives in Canada!!
And I can't wait to eat her pussy again!
"
...
Now that's a scenario I hadn't considered.
Even that says something about you, Doc. You can't just *not* respond.
When you were trying to impress Nenslo, what was it that drove you crazy?
He ignored you. He didn't dignify your posts with a response. That's an
option open to you. If you hold me and everyone else here is such
contempt why don't you just refuse to respond? Or, as you said, if you
don't like what I'm saying you could just killfile me. But you can't.
There's some reason why you are driven to respond to people whom you,
apparently, are contemptuous of. The reason I respond to you is that you
fascinate me. You seem so driven to hide yourself, yet you can't stop
posting to a newsgroup of people who don't like you. You're trying to
impress us, somehow. But why would you want to impress people you hold in
contempt?
LOL!
This is the best thing I've ever read on alt.slack!
You and Doc Martian really should get together. I might suggest you try
engaging him the next time he posts.
I beat the proverbial piss outta Nenslo. Seen him around lately? Soon
you'll be gone too. Then I'll have nobody to play with in alt.slack
but that dipshit Floozie. BOOHOOTIHOOHOOHOOHOOO! <has short Screwy
Squirrel flashback and grins even more evilly>
> I beat the proverbial piss outta Nenslo. Seen him around lately? Soon
> you'll be gone too. Then I'll have nobody to play with in alt.slack
> but that dipshit Floozie.
You don't play with me, fucktard. Try using someone else for
attention. I'm leaving for the day. 'Ta!
Don't go, stupid. I'm about to take a poo. You can watch.
Looking at the past postings by you and Nenslo it looked like you admired
the hell out of Nenslo and he ignored you. This whole idea that you "beat
the piss" out of people is delusional. I've never seen you maintain a
dialog with anyone long enough to do anything but insult them. I really
doubt Nenslo cared what you thought about him, so anything you said that
was insulting probably didn't even get read. But I suspect that the same
is not true of you. I think you take everything that is said about you
very much to heart. That would explain why you can't let anyone have the
last word. It also explains why you seem to put so much effort into your
insults. Rather than trying to refute the other person you insult them
like that should have some devastating effect. I can only speak for
myself but your insults don't affect me at all. It's just what you do
when you're up against the wall.
I think that CHimp in Conneticut bit the ace off the wrong person
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QED
>On Thu, 12 Nov 2009 11:25:40 -0800 (PST), "Rev. Back It On Up 13"
><evie...@aol.com> wrote:
>
>>On Nov 12, 2:21�pm, "Dr. Phineas J. Martian" <docmart...@verizon.net>
>>wrote:
>>> i tINK DAT yOO nEED tO cONsIDeR dAT i maY nEEd TO fINe My NUtZ, beCuZ DAt BE
>>> TEh WAy dAT PEEPlE SHUD bE bECUz I REd DAt ONcE oN A mOTIVAyNTIoNAL pOHStER
>>> wIT A pIcTUr OF A fUNNy KITTycAT ANd A wHAlE kISSiNg.
>>
>>I am so sorry about whatever happened to you, to make you this way.
>>You poor man.
>
>I sometimes wonder if he's merely a troll, but no, the evidence
>strongly suggests he's one of the most maladjusted normals, or Pinks,
>I've ever seen on alt.slack.
I'm willing to bet that the above post is really, truly what the
inside of Doc Martian's head sounds like.
--
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International Satanic Conspiracy
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OK, now imagine my penis is Shakespeare, and my ass is Frank Sinatra.
With me so far?
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