If Pigs Could Fly, Would They Wonder Why?
dadd...@yahoo.com
>>Just when you think he might not be totally full of shit Jervis
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I'm not interested to argue the point. As I've said elsewhere, if
people want to shoot the shit with me, in friendly and entertaining
terms, I'm always happy for the opportunity, but when the tone of
shit-shooting degenerates into shit-throwing in a disrespectful tone,
you'll pardon me if I just move on. For Example, I am sure Johnny knows
that my comment about his "British bias" for David Lean over Stanley
Kubrick was made just to poke a little fun - but if not, what the
hell: say he is a little biased in his pride of having such a fine film
maker for a fellow countryman? As a man subject to his own biases, I can
give that to him, and that's just exactly the point of poking fun in
such matters; we know our own biases for the perfect targets they are,
least they ever should be taken seriously. That is 'shit shooting' par
excellence.
Still, after all that former turmoil here, which still festers, even
worse, daily in the midst of all kind of burgeoing false insinuation, I
want to keep my discourse here on the level of being nothing but fun.
Hey! I'm tired of not having fun here; and what good is it, if all this
exercise can do is make people feel bad, and go off hating each other?
I'm done with that. When it gets to the point where a person like
myself, a Jew who used to work in the Civil Rights movement, is being
accused as an antisemite and race bigot, I have to stop and look around,
and ask, "Excuse me?"
Did I once identify myself as "a racist"? Yes! I also said that it's a
damned terrible thing, too; something I had to face about myself a long
time ago, in order to try and excorsize that demon from myself. But
race bias seems to come as naturally to man as all his other terrible
weaknesses, like envy, pride, anger, plain cruelty. When I began to
work in Civil Rights in 1963 it was to work against all that, first of
all in myself. It is never really all gone, and so a man must be
diligent, and order his associations and communications in a way that
will not permit the pig in himself once again to come rooting to the
surface. Up to now, it seems I have failed miserably in this effort.
When the unjust flack and fire was hottest against me, that was when I
ought to have had that pig in me under the strictest control. But no, I
let it come snorting and grunting to the surface, and now the guy I most
earnestly would be is the last guy known to those who are best pleased
when they can find the pig in me. And since that is what they would
like best to see, that is what I am now most determined to deny them.
Let them have their hateful fun over in that "Jervis" thread, let them
build and breed their tiny Jervis monster, let them fall down and
worship with their hate this fake golden pig they erect on the altar of
their hate. Let them don their pointy white hats and lynch the Jervis
Nigger, crucify the Jervis christ, incinerate the Jervis Kike. They
always need some new kind o' nigger, as the worship object of their
hate; when the other old kind o' nigger is no longer correct. They gotta
have the correct nigger, and they got him. But, I, the real Jervis,
will not help them. They have that thread, all to themselves. My one
answer containing the truth is in it, and that is all they'll get.
It may seem to those who do all they can to taunt the pig to come out in
Jervis, that by a lack of response, I am just letting them run roughshod
over me. No, that is what happens when I do respond to their trampling:
the pig comes out, and they can say, "See? There he is, just the pig we
said he is." That way the pigs win. I am through letting the pigs
bring the pig out in me. Let them all take their ugly snorting demons of
envy, pride and cruel stigmatizing lies on their stampede together among
themselves into the sea. I am content to stand here and watch the
splash from shore, and have a good laugh to watch a pig try out his
waterwings.
So, Mr. Myers, I don't know who is "full of shit" and who isn't, but if
that's what you have to say today to the pig, well, tough luck guy,
sorry, the pig isn't home. Maybe someone else has a pig for you to poke;
mine, like I say has gone for a swim. And I'm still laughing, see? You
want to talk to the squire who sleeps with the pig in his arms? He's
next door.
This has been my one, my only, my last contribution to this thread.
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Ron Drake
> Joe Myers writes:
> >>Just when you think he might not be totally full of shit Jervis
> Dedalus writes in message
> <8W803.172$bu.130723@WReNphoon4>.<<
>
> I'm not interested to argue the point. As I've said elsewhere, if
> people want to shoot the shit with me, in friendly and entertaining
> terms, I'm always happy for the opportunity, but when the tone of
> shit-shooting degenerates into shit-throwing in a disrespectful tone,
> you'll pardon me if I just move on. For Example, I am sure Johnny knows
> that my comment about his "British bias" for David Lean over Stanley
> Kubrick was made just to poke a little fun - but if not, what the
> hell: say he is a little biased in his pride of having such a fine film
> maker for a fellow countryman? As a man subject to his own biases, I can
> give that to him, and that's just exactly the point of poking fun in
> such matters; we know our own biases for the perfect targets they are,
> least they ever should be taken seriously. That is 'shit shooting' par
> excellence.
[ snip ]
This is pathetic. Perpetrator as victim. Part of the reason
I busted you for your racist remarks was their virulence and
insensitivity. I see that nothing has changed.
This "apology" is worse than saying nothing.
Back you go, little pig. Into the killfile. I've exorcised
this particular demon and driven it into the swine from
whence it came.
No more from me.
*PLOIT*
gig...@snip.net
Fight fire with water, lies with truth, hate with love, and shit with
toilet paper.
GD
dadd...@yahoo.com wrote:
>
> Joe Myers writes:
> >>Just when you think he might not be totally full of shit Jervis
> Dedalus writes in message
> <8W803.172$bu.130723@WReNphoon4>.<<
>
> I'm not interested to argue the point. As I've said elsewhere, if
> people want to shoot the shit with me, in friendly and entertaining
> terms, I'm always happy for the opportunity, but when the tone of
> shit-shooting degenerates into shit-throwing in a disrespectful tone,
> you'll pardon me if I just move on. For Example, I am sure Johnny knows
> that my comment about his "British bias" for David Lean over Stanley
> Kubrick was made just to poke a little fun - but if not, what the
> hell: say he is a little biased in his pride of having such a fine film
> maker for a fellow countryman? As a man subject to his own biases, I can
> give that to him, and that's just exactly the point of poking fun in
> such matters; we know our own biases for the perfect targets they are,
> least they ever should be taken seriously. That is 'shit shooting' par
> excellence.
>
dadd...@yahoo.com
gig...@snip.net wrote:
> Okay Squire Jerv, move on then. And in the future, remember...
>
> Fight fire with water, lies with truth, hate with love, and shit with
> toilet paper.
>
> GD
Gig,
Now that I have seen Drake's behavior of running back behind the
protective barrier of his killfile, I painfully realise that my own
pledge not to answer this thread is a like cowardice which I cannot
allow to persist.
I certainly appreciate your agreement with the earlier sentiment, but
the feeling that continually assails me is that no matter how right and
sensible and good such a response might seem in its appeal to the
peaceable sensibility, it leaves one with such a sense of...well, let me
explain.
Making that apology was hard enough the first, second and third time,
but now to find it being cast back into my teeth...well, frankly it
causes me to say now, for once and for all time: piss on Drake and his
absurd cloying pc 'sensitivity'. I'll send him maybe about three bucks
to go and rent _PCU_, because now I KNOW that apology for a fool's
venture and a false cause in the first place.
It is one thing to make apology to a person who rightfully respects such
a thing, but to one who does not, who regards it cheaply, as if it were
nothing...well, how can that be, except that this person has never
really apologized to anyone, himself, in his life, so as to know the
expense of such a thing! To such a one who more highly values his own
anger and resentment than his capacity to forgive, and then like some
god damned miser opts to hoard his hatred and keep his self pity intact,
to one such as that...well, let me just explain.
This person who refuses my apology is one of those who a while back,
along with some others, when Jervis was a "newbie" here; yeah, this
Drake was one of those who took it upon himself to try and make Jervis
the laughing stock of the whole MWS-PCU thing here. Came a day when
this butthole-on-a-stick asked for some opinions on his screenplay?
Heh-heh. As he had done with my offerings, I returned the favor in kind
- but let me tell you in front that my critique of his play was honest
and unbiased.
Some of his play was very good and craftsmanlike, and I told him so, but
that element of it was for the most part to no avail due to the
narcissistic, self-pitying personality of the man writing it who very
quickly turned it to a lot of mawkish sentimental crybaby slop. And this
is the same man who simply could not stand it when someone else here
would write in with a good word to say about something Jervis wrote, you
see. This is a spoiled rotten kid with whom truth is often just an
obstacle in the way of his will to express his towering resentments.
This man developed such an animosity to every word that I had to say,
that it was utterly a marvel to behold, and the more others had good
things to say about what Jervis had to say, the more he hated every word
of it. Well? What the hell do you call that? Huh?
He needed to kid himself into thinking that Jervis was a "bad writer",
not just himself, but anyone else in earshot; lest by some irksome quirk
in the narcissism of his self image, he should think rather, by some
perverse adverse analysis, just that of himself? Yes. The insecurity of
the narcissistic personality is such that it must maintain the fantasy
that his stuff is always the best, his dad, his house, his wife, his
fucking dick, his work, his abilities; if they are not the best, they
are nothing. His personality will not stand to be shown otherwise. These
sick esteem sucking schmucks are everywhere out there, and you have to
learn to recognize them. This is the sort of person for whom the
excellence of others is nothing but a personal affront. Hey, if anybody
thinks such a syndrome as that is not real, not out there, may they
forever remain very happy in the stupor of their own pleasant mediocrity
in which and by which they have never become the target of these goddam
perverts.
So, here's how I've got it figured: Somebody emailed the sad sack
sonofabitch to awaken him there in the fool's paradise of his killfiled
cave of darkness and suggested he check out something Jervis penned. He
pops up with his "I Remember Jervis" crap. Okay? Out of nowhere,
suddenly all this? From what? From where? From way last December for
the chrissake?
In his screenplay, he had this scene where an R&B guitarman who either
was or was not the killer of a man (a white man) in his community,
became subject to a lynch mob (just like the one in which Drake with
Weller and Alexander, Harris and even a couple of guys who are now my
buddies were riding on Jervis), and that scene was all very well written
up to the point where someone takes and cuts off the guy's finger, then
shoots him, and then burns his body.
At that point in my critique, I took upon myself the voice of a
Southern race bigot and offered my criticism in that voice, asking what
good it would be to cut that nigger's finger off, if you're not going to
let him live to try and play his guitar without it; or what earthly good
would it be to just shoot a nigger and then burn him, if you could just
plain not shoot him and then have the fun of watching him burn alive -
if you're so damn sho' he really did kill that white man?
I said that cutting off the finger was just extra, nothing, to no
purpose, that it ruined the effect. I've already explained the context
of the other quote, that he lies in his teeth to say had no context. No
context? Eveybody knows that's a lie. Everything has its context. He
just lies and lies, and lies, so long as it suits the color of his other
lies - all black.
Now, it's true that I had a great deal of animosity against this
sniveling self-serving unhip snotnose disgrace to his race, this square,
unhip, bourgeois, spoiled rich little pc poopsie from the upper class
kissasss whitefolks mentality he has. Yeah, I'd had it with all this
sissy-assed envious snot he'd been blowing my way, and so I did say
something I do yet regret to this day, which was to say he ought to
write in a part for a white sidekick to his protagonist; that the movie
would have an appeal to a broader audience, that the reality is, like,
white people by and large don't rent videos about negros. Even if true,
that is a shitty thing to say. I'll just say it was shitty without
apologizing to Drake for it. I'll apologize to Louis Armstrong, and
Harry Belafonte, but Drake can kiss my ass.
Nobody said boo about that post of mine at the time! Either nobody read
it or they could see that I was writing in character. The fact that he
chooses to ignore that; the fact that he wants to see that character as
me, Jervis, a guy who in reality couldn't live without his Billy Holiday
and Miles Davis records; no I couldn't play a decent note on my guitar
had it not been for all the fine negro musicians who taught me - well he
can ignore all that, and keep Jervis killfiled and keep making Jervis'
existence here a whole hell of a lot sweeter than it was before he did
his killfile thing, for which I can certainly thank that post of mine.
There was nothing I could write that would have done the job better, and
I certainly commend myself for that.
This is getting a bit long, but I constrain upon the reader hereof to
finish it...
As I think back over the whole span of my years in this life, I can't
say that I've ever had a colored person for a personal friend, in fact
the one guy whose friendship I did seek, that of a jazz sax player in
college, well, he kept wondering what the hell this white boy wanted of
him - started to think I was queer! Yeah, just because I had all this
respect for the cat as a musician. That really cut to the quick, I can
tell ya. Fuck him. I never bothered the bastard again. So, it sho' ain't
because I avoided the possibility of friendships with negros, they just
never came to pass; never panned out, and not because of any conscious
prejudice on my part. I am half Jewish for the chrissake! I know what
bigotry is from the marrow of my bones on out. From my experience as a
fag in high school, the beatings I took? Don't any fucking body EVER
call me a bigot! An unconscious racist? Sure, and so are you all,
Drake, especially, but an out and out bigot?
I knew a black screenwriter in Hollywood, lived in the same apartment
complex; well, he was half white and half black - unhappiest goddam
sonofabitch I ever shared a joint with, poor lonely bastard couldn't
form any kind of real bonds with people of either race. I used to sit
and smoke his goddam dope with him some nights. I guess his dad was the
owner of the building and also a singing star with one of the major
quartets of the 60s. He didn't have to work, his dad had set him up,
hoping the kid would turn out a screenplay, had everything going for
him, so one morning he took a .38 stuck it in his mouth and did an
abstract impressionist portrait of himself in red on the wall.
I have all the respect in the world for the black people and I love
everything about their (pre hip hop) culture, their music, their
religious expression, the very way they talk; as I made it part of my
own diction; as I am in awe of their great suffering and the great
success of their struggle for equality in this country. I'm sorry that
I've never had a black person for a real bosom pal.
So, what about the apology? Is it still active? No. It's not an
apology the jerk was looking for; he wants a piece of my finger, wants
to see me burned alive, he IS buring me alive, so far as he likes to see
it, and it's working for him and his pathetic pc kind, but as for me and
mine, baby, I will burn in hell, first. There was no apology necessary
in the first place and I was weak and wrong to think so. I'll say it
again, that old black woman who died in his play with that hate in her
heart saying that it didn't matter whether her relative murdered that
white man or not? I'll be seeing her again then, one old day won't I?
Blair P. Houghton
>Now that I have seen Drake's behavior of running back behind the
>protective barrier of his killfile,
It's a protective barrier in the same way that a lined pipe
and three feet of dirt is a protective barrier against running
shit down the middle of the street.
>I painfully realise that my own
>pledge not to answer this thread is a like cowardice which I cannot
>allow to persist.
Meaning you can't stand to keep your mouth shut, especially
when you know your victim has turned off the sound.
>Making that apology was hard enough the first, second and third time,
>but now to find it being cast back into my teeth...well, frankly it
>causes me to say now, for once and for all time: piss on Drake and his
>absurd cloying pc 'sensitivity'. I'll send him maybe about three bucks
>to go and rent _PCU_, because now I KNOW that apology for a fool's
>venture and a false cause in the first place.
>It is one thing to make apology to a person who rightfully respects such
>a thing, but to one who does not, who regards it cheaply, as if it were
>nothing...
Sorry. No sale. You kill a man, he's dead. You can express
remorse and sorrow to his survivors a thousand times, but they
won't feel closure until they see you swinging at the end of
a noose. You're either going to have to apologize for this
one every time Ron decides it's making him feel bad about you,
or accept that you are the asshole it paints you to be.
>well, how can that be, except that this person has never
>really apologized to anyone, himself, in his life, so as to know the
>expense of such a thing!
Jervis, you know stark-staring dick about psychology. You
know less about compassion. Trying to guess Ron's past just
embarasses you. Show a little of that humility you were begging
for.
>At that point in my critique, I took upon myself the voice of a
>Southern race bigot and offered my criticism in that voice, asking what
>good it would be to cut that nigger's finger off, if you're not going to
>let him live to try and play his guitar without it; or what earthly good
>would it be to just shoot a nigger and then burn him, if you could just
>plain not shoot him and then have the fun of watching him burn alive -
>if you're so damn sho' he really did kill that white man?
So...
basically...
in the middle of a vengeful tirade...
you brazenly assail the writer's work by way of assailing what
you think is his "self-pitying" personality...
and in order to do that you subject him to an attack of the
sort that is usually reserved by gangs of hooded riders to be
used on dark-skinned men in the back woods of the warmer and
more humid states in the not-nearly-distant-enough past of
this nation.
>context? Eveybody knows that's a lie. Everything has its context.
Yes, it does, and your assault has the context of intentional
infliction of emotional distress.
>He just lies and lies, and lies, so long as it suits the color of his other
>lies - all black.
And what the hell that's supposed to mean I don't want to know.
>Now, it's true that I had a great deal of animosity against this
>sniveling self-serving unhip snotnose disgrace to his race, this square,
>unhip, bourgeois, spoiled rich little pc poopsie from the upper class
>kissasss whitefolks mentality he has.
This is Jervis the Friendly Ghost, raising his fist in the
Power Salute again...
>Nobody said boo about that post of mine at the time! Either nobody read
>it or they could see that I was writing in character. The fact that he
Or so many people were ignoring you--much as they do now--that
there was nobody left to care, except your victim. "Go ahead,
scream," you'd say, "there's nobody around for miles..."
>chooses to ignore that; the fact that he wants to see that character as
>me, Jervis, a guy who in reality couldn't live without his Billy Holiday
>and Miles Davis records;
You're pathetic. <--That's from a guy who couldn't live
without his Garland Jeffreys and Ornette Coleman records (nor
Lyle Lovette nor the Bare Naked Ladies, come to think of it,
but then, I don't wear my Liberal White Guilt like some sort
of backdated hippie tattoo...).
>no I couldn't play a decent note on my guitar
>had it not been for all the fine negro musicians who taught me - well he
>can ignore all that, and keep Jervis killfiled and keep making Jervis'
>existence here a whole hell of a lot sweeter than it was before he did
>his killfile thing, for which I can certainly thank that post of mine.
Just keep reminding yourself that you're writing to ten million
people about someone you assaulted. Yeah. That makes it feel
right, doesn't it.
>There was nothing I could write that would have done the job better, and
>I certainly commend myself for that.
So you're proud that you caused a man to commit the usenet
equivalent of repressing a memory; that instead of using
your network connection to improve the world, you've made
it an uglier place to live.
>This is getting a bit long, but I constrain upon the reader hereof to
>finish it...
Oh, my pleasure, you racist fuck.
>As I think back over the whole span of my years in this life, I can't
>say that I've ever had a colored person for a personal friend, in fact
>the one guy whose friendship I did seek, that of a jazz sax player in
>college, well, he kept wondering what the hell this white boy wanted of
>him - started to think I was queer!
It's the drooling. He didn't know it's just something you do
whether you're waiting for the bus or spanking your monkey or
listening to Abba or following Sax players around asking them
about what they do with their tongue...
>Yeah, just because I had all this
>respect for the cat as a musician. That really cut to the quick, I can
>tell ya. Fuck him. I never bothered the bastard again. So, it sho' ain't
>because I avoided the possibility of friendships with negros, they just
>never came to pass; never panned out, and not because of any conscious
>prejudice on my part. I am half Jewish for the chrissake!
I will resist the temptation to name that other half-jewish
racist pighead who caused a great deal of pain and suffering
in the name of expedience and democracy.
>I know what
>bigotry is from the marrow of my bones on out. From my experience as a
>fag in high school, the beatings I took? Don't any fucking body EVER
>call me a bigot! An unconscious racist? Sure, and so are you all,
>Drake, especially, but an out and out bigot?
You're a bigot. Someone who isn't would be able to apply his
language skills and full-screen editor to remove the offensive
section as just so much irrational automatic writing. But,
in order to allow it to remain in the piece, you had to decide
that its inclusion justified any harm it might cause. That's
easy for the bigot, because the bigot says "fuck 'em if they
can't take being dragged behind a truck," and thus lowers the
bar of justification.
>I knew a black screenwriter in Hollywood, lived in the same apartment
>complex; well, he was half white and half black - unhappiest goddam
>sonofabitch I ever shared a joint with, poor lonely bastard couldn't
>form any kind of real bonds with people of either race. I used to sit
>and smoke his goddam dope with him some nights. I guess his dad was the
>owner of the building and also a singing star with one of the major
>quartets of the 60s. He didn't have to work, his dad had set him up,
>hoping the kid would turn out a screenplay, had everything going for
>him, so one morning he took a .38 stuck it in his mouth and did an
>abstract impressionist portrait of himself in red on the wall.
Hanging out with you sure cheered him up.
And I don't think you're using "abstract" and "impressionist"
correctly there. I don't care whether you do or not. I just
want to point it out to anyone who might fall for your feigned
intellectualism.
>I have all the respect in the world for the black people and I love
>everything about their (pre hip hop) culture, their music, their
>religious expression, the very way they talk; as I made it part of my
>own diction; as I am in awe of their great suffering and the great
>success of their struggle for equality in this country. I'm sorry that
>I've never had a black person for a real bosom pal.
You should be sorry that you have so few friends, period.
>So, what about the apology? Is it still active? No. It's not an
>apology the jerk was looking for; he wants a piece of my finger, wants
>to see me burned alive, he IS buring me alive, so far as he likes to see
>it, and it's working for him and his pathetic pc kind, but as for me and
>mine, baby, I will burn in hell, first. There was no apology necessary
>in the first place and I was weak and wrong to think so. I'll say it
>again, that old black woman who died in his play with that hate in her
>heart saying that it didn't matter whether her relative murdered that
>white man or not? I'll be seeing her again then, one old day won't I?
Then, maybe, Ron was absolutely right to put her in his story.
She seems to have had an effect.
--Blair
"You're a sad little man."
Jervis Dedalus
Here's the thing about your post that just makes the whole
thing nothing more than the usual fake exercise in your
bleeding heart liberal pose; your usual envy-sick hatred of
Jervis, you silly jealous bastard, okay here's the thing:
It wouldn't even matter, this fact that I know what
prejudice and bigotry is, first hand, because everyone, no
matter what their background has been unjustly treated at
one time or another. I mean, look at the fucking way you
talk to me! Not since I was a queer in high school have I
ever been the object of such unmittigated hatred as comes
from you.
But, here's the thing, man - it's all just water off a
duck's fucking back. Nothing you say affects me in the
least, because I know it's your sickness.
Do you realize that I laugh my way through your every post?
So, just go on licking poor Ronny Drakes wounds. You see, if
what I said to him, is making him sick, if he couldn't
laugh his way through it just as I do with you, then he IS
sick. My words, or even the words of a real bigot, are still
just words. If I was barring his entrance to a polling
booth, or to a restaurant, that would be cause for him to be
beside himself with rage and resentment.
My words to him were nothing but RETURN FIRE, and he knows
that.
You can shit your pants all you want over my words, but you
will never stop them; they are free and they remain free;
and that is what you resent because you haven't got the guts
to be free with yours; and that is the cause of your envy.
I say it again: People who go around feeling sorry for
themselves because of words somebody used? I used to get
lynched and gang-banged some days on my way home from school
in ways that make it quite possible for me to distinguish
between words and realities. I see in you every mean-assed
bully butch queer that ever attacked me after school; I KNOW
you. And I am still LAUGHING in your ugly, red, slavering
face, because I finally learned to kick your ass and laugh
at your words.
Proof: Any day you want to lay down the sword and shake
hands, I'm ready to do it. You don't faze me, man. I don't
even hate or dislike you. It's nothing to me. Knowing the
experiences of my past, what I went through, that highschool
from hell, well, there ain't a nigger alive that's got one
up on me, because I am the chief lynched nigger/kike/faggot
of all - as you continue to prove.
Eat my dust you wad of guts.
--
Jervis
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> <dadd...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>snipped.
Point to ponder Blair.
You keep attempting to confuse between Jervis's words and actions.
Words are not actions.
If you, and America, do not figure this out, just bend over, open your
cheeks, and say hello to the worst kind of censorship.
Gary
D C Harris
<gpol...@attmysite.com> wrote:
D C -
In the UK, of course, there are laws which make the
sort of statements in question quite illegal.
One of the things I enjoy about newsgroups is that,
generally, people speak without fear or favour. I
would rather this, even for example if I feel I am
the object of unfair criticism. They can give it out -
you can give it back.
I think in the main the UK laws on incitement work
for the best, though I would far rather there was no
need for them.
Some things are so inflammatory that the reality on
the ground is that they must be contained. But the
situation should be open to review.
D C Harris
RDr...@ix.netcom.com (Ron Drake) wrote:
>This is pathetic. Perpetrator as victim. Part of the reason
>I busted you for your racist remarks was their virulence and
>insensitivity. I see that nothing has changed.
>
>This "apology" is worse than saying nothing.
>
>Back you go, little pig. Into the killfile. I've exorcised
>this particular demon and driven it into the swine from
>whence it came.
>
>No more from me.
>
>*PLOIT*
>
D C -
Ron, Jervis is an example of someone
whose utterances are so confused and so
laden with clotted jargon they cannot be
discussed in any meaningful or analytical
way. Any criticism is interpreted as envy
of or unhealthy interest in, the fabulous
Jervis. When Steven Weller writes that I
should not be drawn by trolls, this is an
example of when he is perfectly correct.
I can understand your sensitivity on this
issue, but remember all of us here want
a better deal for all minorities, and you have
our support and understanding at all times.
I have always posted against fascists, with
background noise from the likes of Mr Weller -
the sound of the latter in this context
as annoying to me as the most rabid racism.
Let us keep anyway our fire for the real thing
and forget about nuts.
Ron Drake
Houghton) wrote:
[ snip ]
> >So, what about the apology? Is it still active? No. It's not an
> >apology the jerk was looking for; he wants a piece of my finger, wants
> >to see me burned alive, he IS buring me alive, so far as he likes to see
> >it, and it's working for him and his pathetic pc kind, but as for me and
> >mine, baby, I will burn in hell, first. There was no apology necessary
> >in the first place and I was weak and wrong to think so. I'll say it
> >again, that old black woman who died in his play with that hate in her
> >heart saying that it didn't matter whether her relative murdered that
> >white man or not? I'll be seeing her again then, one old day won't I?
>
> Then, maybe, Ron was absolutely right to put her in his story.
>
> She seems to have had an effect.
She was, in fact, my mother. Most of the scene was my way of telling
how we spent our last night together. She didn't die with hate in her
heart. Not even in the screenplay.
Thanks, Blair.
Jervis Dedalus
She was, in fact, my mother. Most of the scene was my way of
telling how we spent our last night
together. She didn't die with hate in her heart. Not even in
the screenplay.
JERVIS:
Produce the scene, Drake! Produce it just as it was written
in the version I downloaded. I know what I read, and so
does anyone else who read it. And if your mom was the kind
of good Christian woman that I suspect she was, she sure as
hell would not have talked the way you have her talking in
that scene.
You pulled my statements out of context, now put 'em back or
suffer yourself to be believed only by fools, poltroons,
liars and nincumpoops like BLARE NOISE with no respect for
justice or the truth.
Be a guy, man.
--
Jervis
Blair P. Houghton
>Produce the scene, Drake! Produce it just as it was written
>in the version I downloaded. I know what I read, and so
>does anyone else who read it. And if your mom was the kind
>of good Christian woman that I suspect she was, she sure as
>hell would not have talked the way you have her talking in
>that scene.
Hey! Numbnutz! Did you forget? He's got you killfiled.
>You pulled my statements out of context, now put 'em back or
Context, schmontext. Verbal abuse is what it is.
>suffer yourself to be believed only by fools, poltroons,
>liars and nincumpoops like BLARE NOISE with no respect for
>justice or the truth.
As has been shown, you don't know justice from blind rage.
--Blair
"Do that thing you do with
the blackface characters
and the watermelon."
Blair P. Houghton
>Here's the thing about your post that just makes the whole
>thing nothing more than the usual fake exercise in your
>bleeding heart liberal pose; your usual envy-sick hatred of
>Jervis, you silly jealous bastard, okay here's the thing:
bleeding heart...envy...jealous
You've got that projection thing bad, man.
>It wouldn't even matter, this fact that I know what
>prejudice and bigotry is, first hand, because everyone, no
>matter what their background has been unjustly treated at
>one time or another. I mean, look at the fucking way you
>talk to me!
If you think what I'm doing to you is unjust, then
you have no idea what injustice is.
And stop comparing yourself to Rosa Parks.
>I mean, look at the fucking way you
>talk to me! Not since I was a queer in high school have I
>ever been the object of such unmittigated hatred as comes
>from you.
Unmitigated, hell. You begged for it. And you've shown
us that you weren't really queer. You were just hungry
for attention. And you got it. Masochist.
>But, here's the thing, man - it's all just water off a
>duck's fucking back. Nothing you say affects me in the
>least, because I know it's your sickness.
What do you know of hayfever?
>Do you realize that I laugh my way through your every post?
You laugh when you're on the shitter. You laugh
when you're in line at KFC. You laugh in your sleep.
>So, just go on licking poor Ronny Drakes wounds. You see, if
>what I said to him, is making him sick, if he couldn't
>laugh his way through it just as I do with you, then he IS
>sick. My words, or even the words of a real bigot, are still
>just words. If I was barring his entrance to a polling
>booth, or to a restaurant, that would be cause for him to be
>beside himself with rage and resentment.
Verbal abuse may be punished or enjoined, even in a society
with the power of the 1st Amendment behind it. It can certainly
be pointed out and decried. And it can be used to show what a
sad, sick, evil person it is (Jervis) who used it.
Conversely, if Ron wants to post his feelings every time he
has a flashback from the time you savaged him, there's not a
damn thing you can do about it that won't come across as an
attempt to hide your misjudgment. As you saw, even apologizing
doesn't help. That's your demon to deal with. Multiplying
the offense didn't help.
>My words to him were nothing but RETURN FIRE, and he knows
>that.
He says you suck as a critic, and you paint your face
black and mock the mutilation of his racial brothers?
That's not return fire. It would be highly generous
to call it an overreaction. It was an assault. An
unthinking, vicious, gruesome act of violence.
>You can shit your pants all you want over my words, but you
>will never stop them; they are free and they remain free;
>and that is what you resent because you haven't got the guts
>to be free with yours; and that is the cause of your envy.
I envy you like I envy roadkill.
>I say it again: People who go around feeling sorry for
>themselves because of words somebody used?
Judges use words. They read books, they listen to stories,
and they pronounce sentences. And then people spend the rest
of their lives in jail, or die when the appeals run out.
>I used to get
>lynched and gang-banged some days on my way home from school
>in ways that make it quite possible for me to distinguish
>between words and realities.
Jervis, at the time you were fancying yourself to be queer,
"gang-banged" didn't quite mean what it means on MTV. And,
in fact, it still doesn't mean that, but it's funny to watch
the Thug-Life MLM suckers and the old news anchors say it in
public.
And if you were "lynched", how is it you're here to
post bigoted, bonehead remarks?
I think you know less about words and realities than you do
about justice.
>I see in you every mean-assed
>bully butch queer that ever attacked me after school; I KNOW
Every mean-assed bully butch queer who ever slapped you
around for picking on kids smaller than you, maybe.
>you. And I am still LAUGHING in your ugly, red, slavering
>face, because I finally learned to kick your ass and laugh
>at your words.
That's not my ass. It's not even halfway up to my knee.
>You don't faze me, man. I don't
>even hate or dislike you. It's nothing to me. Knowing the
>experiences of my past, what I went through, that highschool
>from hell, well, there ain't a nigger alive that's got one
>up on me, because I am the chief lynched nigger/kike/faggot
>of all - as you continue to prove.
Here's where that projection thing hits the fan, man.
bleeding heart...envy...jealous
We've seen you pour out your Karo-syrup soul trying to liken
yourself to the downtrodden black man ... You wish you had
even a tiny taste of their history to justify your anguished
self-image ... You're mad as hell that they tell you to get
lost when you try to horn in on their bitch sessions.
You *like* being the victim, Jervis. And not in a Br'er-Rabbit
sort of way.
>Eat my dust you wad of guts.
Sure. Tilt your head and pour some out.
>Proof: Any day you want to lay down the sword and shake
>hands, I'm ready to do it.
You say that, but how are we to know it isn't just more sarcasm?
Funny thing is, you have the power to unilaterally end it all.
Just stop being an asshole.
--Blair
"There's no place like home."
Jervis Dedalus
Unmitigated, hell. You begged for it.
JERVIS: That's your sickness. Yeah, right there. Perverts
like you. Yeah, you're a type, jack, that always be talkin'
like that. "Beg"? You bag of shit? You'll be begging me to
lay off your weak, sissy butt, sonny boy, by the time I'm
done with you right here.
BLARE NOISE: And if you were "lynched", how is it you're
here to post bigoted, bonehead remarks?
JERVIS: Is that meant to be a joke, or is that a serious
question? That better be a joke, because if it ain't man,
you sho' better get back to your Friday Night TNT wrestling.
No. You don't GET an answer to that question. Either you
understand a statement like that or you don't.
>>Proof: Any day you want to lay down the sword and shake
hands, I'm ready to do it.<<
BLARE NOISE: You say that, but how are we to know it isn't
just more sarcasm?
JERVIS: More of your sickness. You must have been one
abused motherfucker, man, to have that much distrust and
fear in you. And that's why your mind operates only on the
literal plane, why you can't understand what I'm talking
about.
BLARE NOISE: Funny thing is, you have the power to
unilaterally end it all. Just stop being an asshole.
JERVIS: No conditions. Don't play your bullshit dominance
game with me.
--Blair "There's no place like home."
What the fuck? "No place like home" - where's the goddam
rererent? There is none. I'll tell you about MY home you
sickheaded pervert: it's got a moat full of gator's waitin'
for the likes of you.
Blair P. Houghton
shots of Prestone:
>Unmitigated, hell. You begged for it.
That's another word you don't understand.
>BLARE NOISE: And if you were "lynched", how is it you're
>here to post bigoted, bonehead remarks?
>
>JERVIS: Is that meant to be a joke, or is that a serious
>question? That better be a joke, because if it ain't man,
>you sho' better get back to your Friday Night TNT wrestling.
>No. You don't GET an answer to that question. Either you
>understand a statement like that or you don't.
I understand that you spend your time here looking for pity,
trying to make your failings appear as though they were caused
by some trauma. Your hyperbole, calling yourself a "nigger,"
claiming you were "lynched," are cynical and pathetic at the
same time.
>>>Proof: Any day you want to lay down the sword and shake
>hands, I'm ready to do it.<<
>
>BLARE NOISE: You say that, but how are we to know it isn't
>just more sarcasm?
>
>JERVIS: More of your sickness. You must have been one
>abused motherfucker, man, to have that much distrust and
>fear in you. And that's why your mind operates only on the
>literal plane, why you can't understand what I'm talking
>about.
If you're the one who was "lynched and gang-banged" on the
way home from school every day, why is it you don't think
you're a sick and distrusting and fearful "abused motherfucker"?
But then, we know that you are.
Like I've pointed out many times, you've got a severe problem
with projection.
What you're "talking about" is usually something you'll deny
you ever said, when it turns around to bite you in the ass.
>BLARE NOISE: Funny thing is, you have the power to
>unilaterally end it all. Just stop being an asshole.
>
>JERVIS: No conditions. Don't play your bullshit dominance
>game with me.
Again, you duck your own offer to play nice. Like I said,
you're not to be trusted.
>--Blair "There's no place like home."
>
>What the fuck? "No place like home" - where's the goddam
>rererent? There is none.
Idiot. The reFerent is "you have the power". Moron.
>I'll tell you about MY home you
>sickheaded pervert: it's got a moat full of gator's waitin'
>for the likes of you.
But I don't *want* to meet your date.
--Blair
"'Where's the rererent?'...sheesh..."