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Mr. G./President

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Mar 23, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/23/97
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But I must ignore you for a month so I can concentrate on some examples
of great poetry you all need to compare yourselves with. So stop
beating your breasts in dispair for I will not answer any posts, praises
or puns or cries for attention for at least 30 days. I'm going to
follow some good advise I got the other day. And beside that, the good
news is! I've just sold another screen-play under one of my alias
'pen-names' and that is going to require a little attention to business,
for the moment. I will be required to fly between Florida and California
a few times. If I'm gone for a week at a time, I want everyone to
understand. I will have my secretaries make copies of anything worthy
of my attention. So, if you don't get an answer back in the future . .
. you just weren't good enough. So, let's see who are the poets for a
change? Eh? Because I must have a chance to weigh my money. But when
back at me corporate headquarters and when I have the time, I will post
a few quick poems and polite responses to let you know I'm still
around. So, relax, and with that, I leave you to each other. You most
certainly deserve each other. Let us see how you get along without me?
I assure you, it will not be better.

Gosh, its fun being a winner again, and again, and again.

Mr. G.

Rob Evans

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Mar 24, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/24/97
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In article <3335DA...@mail.clarkston.com>, "Mr. G./President"
<www.mos...@mail.clarkston.com> writes

The delusions get better and better. He apparently doesn't realise that
we know the only time he gets out of the cabin is when the open season
starts on civil rights activists (oh, and that time in 58 when he went
to his sister's wedding, or was it own? - Silly me, they were one and
the same thing).

Rob

--
Rob Evans

Michael McNeilley

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Mar 24, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/24/97
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In article <YWw1LBAXZkNzEw$c...@mla001.demon.co.uk>,


alas, I must go
-------------------

when I get back
to heaven
I promise not to
piss on you


mcn


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


10 by mcn:
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Tim Patterson

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Mar 24, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/24/97
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Mr. G./President wrote:
>
> But I must ignore you for a month

I don't believe it worked! I post telling gehrke to fuck off
and he does. If I had known it was this easy, I would have
told him sooner.

Have fun at the sanatorium, gehrke - hope the treatment
is more succesful this time!

Tim :)

lorajean

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Mar 24, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/24/97
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Mr. G./President wrote:
>
> But I must ignore you for a month so I can concentrate on some examples
> of great poetry you all need to compare yourselves with. So stop
> beating your breasts in dispair for I will not answer any posts, praises
> or puns or cries for attention for at least 30 days. I'm going to
> follow some good advise I got the other day. And beside that, the good
> news is! I've just sold another screen-play under one of my alias
> 'pen-names' and that is going to require a little attention to business,
> for the moment. I will be required to fly between Florida and California
> a few times. If I'm gone for a week at a time, I want everyone to
> understand. I will have my secretaries make copies of anything worthy
> of my attention. So, if you don't get an answer back in the future . .
> . you just weren't good enough. So, let's see who are the poets for a
> change? Eh? Because I must have a chance to weigh my money. But when
> back at me corporate headquarters and when I have the time, I will post
> a few quick poems and polite responses to let you know I'm still
> around. So, relax, and with that, I leave you to each other. You most
> certainly deserve each other. Let us see how you get along without me?
> I assure you, it will not be better.
>
> Gosh, its fun being a winner again, and again, and again.
>
> Mr. G.

hmm should i be estatic or depressed??????

later. :P

Robert St. James

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Mar 24, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/24/97
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Tim Patterson wrote:
>
> Mr. G./President wrote:
> >
> > But I must ignore you for a month
>
> I don't believe it worked! I post telling gehrke to fuck off
> and he does. If I had known it was this easy, I would have
> told him sooner.
>
> Have fun at the sanatorium, gehrke - hope the treatment
> is more succesful this time!
>
> Tim :)

He'll be gone 7 days, tops. Anybody taking bets on this?


--
Robert St. James
(Guitarist, Poet, Scorpio)
http://ares.csd.net/~rsieg/st_james/st_james.gif

Gharlane of Eddore

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Mar 25, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/25/97
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mmic...@olywa.net (Michael McNeilley) hunt-and-pecked:


> alas, I must go
> ----------------

> when I get back
> to heaven
> I promise not to
> piss on you


Newman and Redford,
Butch and Sundance.

Maughan and McNeilley,
defacation and urination.

Once together, never apart
in our thoughts.

Hail the excruciating,
excretory poets

and their little differences,
without which we could not tell them apart.

Gilbert Vanburen Wilkes

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Mar 25, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/25/97
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Excerpts from netnews.rec.arts.poems: 25-Mar-97 Re: Pardon Me Flaming
Fans by Gharlane of Eddore@nym.a

> Date: 25 Mar 1997 01:29:29 -0000
> From: Gharlane of Eddore <ghar...@nym.alias.net>
> Subject: Re: Pardon Me Flaming Fans


>
> mmic...@olywa.net (Michael McNeilley) wrote:
>
>
> > alas, I must go
> > ----------------
>
> > when I get back
> > to heaven
> > I promise not to
> > piss on you
>
>
> Newman and Redford,
> Butch and Sundance.

red slither and Troll-GOE, one and the same.


> and their little differences,
> without which we could not tell them apart.

In this case, there are no *little* differences. There are no
differences at all. They're identical. They're one and the same. That
red would have to invent his own defender very nearly inspires me to
pity.

---------
g.v.w. iv
gv...@andrew.cmu.edu
http://english-server.hss.cmu.edu/home/wilkes/

Michael McNeilley

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Mar 25, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/25/97
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In article <199703250129...@nym.alias.net>,
Gharlane of Eddore <ghar...@nym.alias.net> wrote:
>mmic...@olywa.net (Michael McNeilley) hunt-and-pecked:

>
>
>> alas, I must go
>> ----------------
>
>> when I get back
>> to heaven
>> I promise not to
>> piss on you
>
>
>Newman and Redford,
>Butch and Sundance.
>
>Maughan and McNeilley,
>defacation and urination.
>
>Once together, never apart
>in our thoughts.
>
>Hail the excruciating,
>excretory poets
>
>and their little differences,
>without which we could not tell them apart.
>


poor red.
thinks his shit don't stink.

pick on the little ones, pussy boy.
see if I give a fuck.

mcn

Ray Heinrich

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Mar 25, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/25/97
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In article <33374B...@ares.csd.net>,

"Robert St. James" <rs...@ares.csd.net> wrote:
>Tim Patterson wrote:
>>
>> Mr. G./President wrote:
>> >
>> > But I must ignore you for a month
>>
>> I don't believe it worked! I post telling gehrke to fuck off
>> and he does. If I had known it was this easy, I would have
>> told him sooner.
>>
>> Have fun at the sanatorium, gehrke - hope the treatment
>> is more succesful this time!
>>
>> Tim :)
>
>He'll be gone 7 days, tops. Anybody taking bets on this?
>
>

we hope it's only a week.

we're such sick fucks around here, we love this.

oh gherkin gherkin
we love you true
oh gherkin gherkin
oh yes we do

now where's that dwarf?


-ray


starting from the inside, the chrome-bellied demon eats you
for a light snack. you remind it of hostess twinkies.

r...@scribbledyne.com -- http://www.vais.net/~heinrich/wb

oh shit
get out there and turn it off right now


Gharlane of Eddore

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Mar 26, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/26/97
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Legend in his own mind, mmic...@olywa.net (Michael McNeilley),
wrote:

>poor red.
>thinks his shit don't stink.

>pick on the little ones, pussy boy.
>see if I give a fuck.

>mcn
>mcn

*tsk* And *this* is the much-anticipated response from Maughan's
legendary master of wordcraft, No-Feely McNeilley?? Maughan built
you up to be hot shit, a flame-breathing Greek orator of Olympic
ability.

Geez, what a let-down. I'd have expected more from an impotent
worm like j r shermy. What a loser.

Scott Murphy

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Mar 26, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/26/97
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From r...@scribbledyne.com (Ray Heinrich),

> we hope it's only a week.
>
> we're such sick fucks around here, we love this.
>
> oh gherkin gherkin
> we love you true
> oh gherkin gherkin
> oh yes we do
>
> now where's that dwarf?
>
>
> -ray

Dwarf? I gotta pair of pliers you can borrow.

SM

--
Scott Murphy murp...@ix.netcom.com
03/26/97 03:31
---------


rso...@aol.com

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Mar 26, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/26/97
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In article <09970226030529...@ix.netcom.com>, murp...@ix.netcom.com (Scott Murphy) writes:

>> now where's that dwarf?
>>
>>
>> -ray
>
>Dwarf? I gotta pair of pliers you can borrow.
>
>SM
>
>

He's no fun -- he fell right over!!!

rs

R. Sommo


Gilbert Vanburen Wilkes

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Mar 26, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/26/97
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Excerpts from netnews.rec.arts.poems: 26-Mar-97 Re: Pardon Me Flaming

Fans by Gharlane of Eddore@nym.a

Once again, red slither is sorely disappointed. Surprised? Certainly
not. It is as i predicted.

> Geez, what a let-down. I'd have expected more from an impotent
> worm like j r shermy. What a loser.

So?--take this as a sign, dwarf. Pack it in. Your project is a bust, yet
again. Vengeance eludes you. Regard: no one cares enough to match your
awkwardly worded core-dumps of rage and pain and self-loathing with
anything other than the most dismissive of gestures. Instance: above.
You are ignored. Brushed off. Pushed aside. Conclusion?--you're
irrelevant. No one cares. Or worse: you inspire pity, not anger. Except
for me, your longsuffering ally, your *only* ally, no one pay's you a
moment's attention. (Our friendship compels me.) You're talking to
yourself again, you and your anonymous re-mailer sock-puppet, behind
which you cringe and tremble lest the world find you out.

We need to get past this, red slither. Come out. Cut your losses and
re-enter the group as a responsible contributor. All will be forgiven.
Gladly will we welcome you back.

Karen Tellefsen

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Mar 27, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/27/97
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> >mmic...@olywa.net (Michael McNeilley) hunt-and-pecked:
> >
> >
> >> alas, I must go
> >> ----------------
> >
> >> when I get back
> >> to heaven
> >> I promise not to
> >> piss on you
> >

"If I get to heaven before you do
I'll drill a hole and spit on you
..."

>From "You can't get to heaven on roller skates",
a kid-standard.


Gharlane of Eddore

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Mar 27, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/27/97
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Gilbert Vanburen Wilkes <gv...@andrew.cmu.edu> mysteriously chose to
post to alt.prose, rec.arts.prose and rec.arts.poems:

(irrelevant ngs snipped to avoid bringing in unwanted traffic)

>Once again, red slither is sorely disappointed. Surprised?
>Certainly not. It is as i predicted.

If you knew McNeilley didn't have the wit or balls to respond to me,
then you should have warned me. I'd never have publicly embarassed
him as I did if I'd known... I could have used that bandwidth to
laugh at Marek Lugowski's latest examples of self-praise and
ineptitude.


>GOE>Geez, what a let-down. I'd have expected more from an
>GOE>impotent worm like j r shermy. What a loser.

>So?--take this as a sign, dwarf.

I do. I take it as a sign that the legendary McNeilley is no
more talented than his chief admirer, Maughan. I predicted
that myself, if you'll remember. The defecatory and urinary poets,
brothers in incompetence.


>Pack it in. Your project is a bust, yet again.
>Vengeance eludes you.

You misunderstand my purpose entirely. I seek no vengeance.

But...if it were my goal...you can be sure I'd go about it
methodically, without unnecessary panache and fireworks. I'd reveal
just enough to lead the self-described "clever dicks" to think they'd
solved a simple riddle, toss in a rock or two from time to time to
dull the blades (not big ones, understand, we wouldn't want to break
the plow) and end up tunneling right under you, appearing behind when
least expected. I'd let my vengeance simmer on low, all the while
slowly turning up the heat under my victim's buttocks.

But, luckily for you, I'm not the vengeful sort.


>Regard: no one cares enough to match your awkwardly worded
>core-dumps of rage and pain and self-loathing with anything other
>than the most dismissive of gestures.

Spotter 4.0, a truly miraculous program that will do absolutely
anything I ask it to, has translated the thoughts behind your
words to be:

Gharlane of Eddore has such a remarkable grasp of the English
language that McNeilley is afraid to debate him in a public
forum. Shit, and I was just running out of steam and hoping
someone would come to my rescue.

BTW, "awkwardly worded" translated as "confusing to those with a
first-grade understanding of English usage" and "most dismissive of
gestures" = "singularly unimpressive showing of wit and balls", but
don't blame me; the program is reading YOUR thoughts.


>Instance: above. You are ignored. Brushed off. Pushed aside.
>Conclusion?--you're irrelevant. No one cares. Or worse: you
>inspire pity, not anger.

If only I could cry. It's so unfair, sometimes, being a superior
mental being without tear ducts in a lab jar.

I'm glad I don't inspire anger, BTW. It is such a difficult
emotion for most humans to handle. It usually ends up blurring
their vision, making it difficult for them to see what has been
directly in front of them all along.

And it's such a simple thing, after all.


...<deletia>


>You're talking to yourself again, you and your anonymous re-mailer
>sock-puppet, behind which you cringe and tremble lest the world
>find you out.

And I thought I was addressing No-Feely McNeilley. And I McNeilly,
then? I guess I am. Damn. All I had before was my brain...and
now you take that away from me.


>We need to get past this, red slither. Come out. Cut your losses
>and re-enter the group as a responsible contributor. All will be
>forgiven. Gladly will we welcome you back.

You seem intent upon changing my identity with each new paragraph.
Make up your mind. Am I "brain in a jam jar", Gehrke, McNeilley or
"red slither"?

I myself have always posted as Gharlane of Eddore. Always. It
keeps things simpler for the simple-minded in r.a.p. and elsewhere.
I have always been here. You're new here...but you'll get used to
me. You might even come to see the wisdom in my words and warnings.


Michael McNeilley

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Mar 27, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/27/97
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In article <AnCQS_W00...@andrew.cmu.edu>,

Gilbert Vanburen Wilkes <gv...@andrew.cmu.edu> wrote:
>Excerpts from netnews.rec.arts.poems: 26-Mar-97 Re: Pardon Me Flaming
>Fans by Gharlane of Eddore@nym.a
>
>Once again, red slither is sorely disappointed. Surprised? Certainly
>not. It is as i predicted.
>
>> Geez, what a let-down. I'd have expected more from an impotent

>> worm like j r shermy. What a loser.
>
>So?--take this as a sign, dwarf. Pack it in. Your project is a bust, yet
>again. Vengeance eludes you. Regard: no one cares enough to match your

>awkwardly worded core-dumps of rage and pain and self-loathing with
>anything other than the most dismissive of gestures. Instance: above.

>You are ignored. Brushed off. Pushed aside. Conclusion?--you're
>irrelevant. No one cares. Or worse: you inspire pity, not anger. Except
>for me, your longsuffering ally, your *only* ally, no one pay's you a
>moment's attention. (Our friendship compels me.) You're talking to

>yourself again, you and your anonymous re-mailer sock-puppet, behind
>which you cringe and tremble lest the world find you out.
>
>We need to get past this, red slither. Come out. Cut your losses and
>re-enter the group as a responsible contributor. All will be forgiven.
>Gladly will we welcome you back.
>

You'd think a writer of deathless versifications would want
to make sure the world knows whom to thank.

Hey Red, hide in plain sight.

Michael McNeilley

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In article <1997032609220...@nym.alias.net>,

Gharlane of Eddore <ghar...@nym.alias.net> wrote:
>Legend in his own mind, mmic...@olywa.net (Michael McNeilley),
>wrote:
>
>>poor red.
>>thinks his shit don't stink.
>
>>pick on the little ones, pussy boy.
>>see if I give a fuck.
>
>>mcn
>>mcn
>
>*tsk* And *this* is the much-anticipated response from Maughan's
>legendary master of wordcraft, No-Feely McNeilley?? Maughan built
>you up to be hot shit, a flame-breathing Greek orator of Olympic
>ability.
>

I write pretty good poetry. You could try reading some of it.
But you're not here to read poetry are you, little red rooster?

>Geez, what a let-down. I'd have expected more from an impotent
>worm like j r shermy. What a loser.
>


I lose the contest for your love?
I'll go out to the henhouse and get some more.

Gilbert Vanburen Wilkes

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Excerpts from netnews.rec.arts.poems: 27-Mar-97 Re: Pardon Me Flaming

Fans by Gharlane of Eddore@nym.a

> Date: 27 Mar 1997 23:37:31 -0000


> From: Gharlane of Eddore <ghar...@nym.alias.net>

> Subject: Re: Pardon Me Flaming Fans



> (irrelevant ngs snipped to avoid bringing in unwanted traffic)

No problem. And no mystery. i'll restore the groups. Since this is all
"prose" and since *your* contribution to our dialogue is entirely
fictive in nature, it's entirely appropriate.

> >Once again, red slither is sorely disappointed. Surprised?
> >Certainly not. It is as i predicted.
>

> If you knew McNeilley didn't have the wit or balls to respond to me,
> then you should have warned me. I'd never have publicly embarassed

Embarrassed him?--you?--how? That would have required someone to have
actually *read* what you wrote, which simply didn't happen. Which simply
never happens. Observe: no one cares what you think. No one values your
judgments. Your verdicts are not simply rejected as meritless, they're
not even acknowledged at all! Wake up!--other than myself, your only
friend and ally, you have *no* audience. You have no following. You have
no support. You're ignored, grandiosity-boy!--do you think anyone cares
about what you have to share?

> him as I did if I'd known... I could have used that bandwidth to
> laugh at Marek Lugowski's latest examples of self-praise and
> ineptitude.

Please note: Marek's ignoring you as well. Well, that is, for him to
actively "ignore" you would require him to be aware of you in the first
place. He probably has no idea you even exist. What on earth makes you
think anyone cares about what you think?

> >GOE>Geez, what a let-down. I'd have expected more from an
> >GOE>impotent worm like j r shermy. What a loser.


>
> >So?--take this as a sign, dwarf.
>

> I do. I take it as a sign that the legendary McNeilley is no
> more talented than his chief admirer, Maughan. I predicted
> that myself, if you'll remember. The defecatory and urinary poets,
> brothers in incompetence.

There!--another fix!--you release yet another expression of foul
rage!--feel better, small one?--does that help ease the ringing in your
ears?--does this assuage at all the painful envy you feel for these
poets?--you, small one, are allowing your own bitterness to stunt and
gnarl and warp you into an emotional hunchback, a shambling, ugly
creature that enjoys no claim upon humanness other than your
all-too-human rancorous hatred and abject fear. But i digress. However
small and gnarled you are, i still love you, and i only want to help
you.

> >Pack it in. Your project is a bust, yet again.
> >Vengeance eludes you.
>

> You misunderstand my purpose entirely. I seek no vengeance.

Yes. You have point. Perhaps i'm giving you too much credit, yet again.
A desire for vengeance would require of you a degree of cognitive
sophistication you simply haven't demonstrated. Perhaps all you seek is
to display your wounds and thereby shame your foes. Too bad no one's
looking.

> least expected. I'd let my vengeance simmer on low, all the while
> slowly turning up the heat under my victim's buttocks.

Damn it!--i knew it! We were discussing "vengeance!"--and yet you were
somehow able to slip *buttocks* into your long-winded and only barely
intelligible discourse!--damn it! NO!--NO MEANS NO!

> But, luckily for you, I'm not the vengeful sort.

You're punishing the hell out of me with your awkward writing! Take a
class, will you?--why do you want to punish *me*! At the moment, i'm
you're only friend!


> >Regard: no one cares enough to match your awkwardly worded
> >core-dumps of rage and pain and self-loathing with anything other
> >than the most dismissive of gestures.
>

> Spotter 4.0, a truly miraculous program that will do absolutely
> anything I ask it to, has translated the thoughts behind your
> words to be:

Like everything else, it failed you.


> Gharlane of Eddore has such a remarkable grasp of the English
> language that McNeilley is afraid to debate him in a public
> forum. Shit, and I was just running out of steam and hoping
> someone would come to my rescue.

No. This is fanciful, and it allows you to save face, but no. As is
generally the case, the simpler hypothesis is the superior. Regard:
you're simply not worth anyone's time.


> gestures" = "singularly unimpressive showing of wit and balls", but
> don't blame me; the program is reading YOUR thoughts.

It isn't reading *my* thoughts at all. If it were it's translation would
have been more faithful to the text. You really *do* seem to have
reading problems. Do you doubt? Please refer to my rejoinder to your
moronic commentary on one woman's poem and be convinced.


> >Instance: above. You are ignored. Brushed off. Pushed aside.
> >Conclusion?--you're irrelevant. No one cares. Or worse: you
> >inspire pity, not anger.
>

> If only I could cry. It's so unfair, sometimes, being a superior
> mental being without tear ducts in a lab jar.

i'm not into the science fiction schtick. Your let's-pretend game
inspires my pity. But as for you wanting to cry, i don't blame you. Were
i you, i'd cry to. Here: let me dry your eyes.


> I'm glad I don't inspire anger, BTW. It is such a difficult
> emotion for most humans to handle. It usually ends up blurring
> their vision, making it difficult for them to see what has been
> directly in front of them all along.

Good. Because all you seem to inspire is contempt. Well, that's not
accurate anymore. All you seem to inspire lately is nothing. No response
at all. You're no longer on the radar screen. You simply have nothing
new to contribute other than the same blame-storming and screedal
declarations you repeat with everything you post.


> And it's such a simple thing, after all.

Like you, a simple thing.

> ...<deletia>


> >You're talking to yourself again, you and your anonymous re-mailer
> >sock-puppet, behind which you cringe and tremble lest the world
> >find you out.
>

> And I thought I was addressing No-Feely McNeilley. And I McNeilly,
> then? I guess I am. Damn. All I had before was my brain...and
> now you take that away from me.

You thought you were addressing McNeilley?--interesting. Whatever gave
you such an absurd idea? An "address", moron, requires an addressee, an
addressee who doesn't dismiss you out of hand because your so completely
insignificant. Which, of course, you obviously are, given the tremendous
groundswell of support you've recruited for yourself (irony alert!). So,
no, logic and correct usage undermine your far-too-optimistic (mis)use
of the term "address." Instead, as always, you were descanting to
yourself.

> >We need to get past this, red slither. Come out. Cut your losses
> >and re-enter the group as a responsible contributor. All will be
> >forgiven. Gladly will we welcome you back.
>

> You seem intent upon changing my identity with each new paragraph.
> Make up your mind. Am I "brain in a jam jar", Gehrke, McNeilley or
> "red slither"?

Your reading skills are failing you. You're the one who insists upon the
'jar' thing. Who you are is painfully apparent--and i have never
expressed, suggested or implied that you're anyone else: red slither.


> I myself have always posted as Gharlane of Eddore. Always. It
> keeps things simpler for the simple-minded in r.a.p. and elsewhere.
> I have always been here. You're new here...but you'll get used to
> me. You might even come to see the wisdom in my words and warnings.

According to DejaNews this is untrue. (i'm not surprised; you and the
truth are strangers.) The anonymous re-mailer GOE sock-puppet you
invented hasn't been around very long at all. In fact, your first test
message to that anonymous re-mailer group still exists. As for wisdom,
you have yet to demonstrate any. But i patiently await. For once,
surprise me.

One last thing, loser-boy, you've allowed me to bait the hell out of you
and distract you from your terribly lame "purpose" now for the better
part of a week. You are simply *too* easy!--*too* predictable!--*too*
utterly moronic *not* to inspire fits of riotous laughter! You, the
troll, have been trolled!--amazing. You're not even an effective troll!
Regard: your enemies calmly go about their business, descanting,
contributing, conversing, and you, red slither, your vile ejaculations
of rage and self-loathing go totally unnoticed, because they're all
addressed to *me*. What a damn rube!

Scott Murphy

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Mar 28, 1997, 3:00:00 AM3/28/97
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This eerie thread wander is giving me motion sickness. Seven lives ago,
(Tks, Ms. Kilgore, for "cybertime") Michael McNeilley posted regarding
something George Gherke said:

>
>> alas, I must go
>> ----------------
>
>> when I get back
>> to heaven
>> I promise not to
>> piss on you
>


mcn

Which was the best fun to be had on this thread, before or since.

Scott

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Scott Murphy murp...@ix.netcom.com
03/28/97 13:11
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