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Last word about Dumbledore (I hope!)
Nov. 10th, 2007 09:50 pmYesterday’s brief contact with the creatures who populate such places as f_w had one positive effect: it made me think again about the Dumbledore issue. And decide that I was wrong at least on one issue.( Read more... )
Post-scriptum: to the lurkers and the wunkers
I do not expect honesty from your likes, especially honesty to yourselves. But if you had any real sense of humour, let alone any honesty, you would realize just how ridiculous your repeated references to stalking really are. Who, exactly, is stalking who? It has been over a year since I had some fun at the expense of PirateJenny and her beliefs; and for over a year this person must have regularly spent some of her time lurking on my blog, carefully blinding herself to anything she might find sympathetic or unobjectionable, until she could finally lay her hands on something she could somehow distort and denounce. Does she imagine that I have ever given her and her follies a second thought? If she has been wasting her time here for so long, she should know that I have never once mentioned her since. It has been nearly as long since I drove DreamerMarie to inarticulate rage by pointing out that parricide is not nice; and still she waits for some opportunity to do me some harm. It has been nearly two years since I bounced the vain Queen Pretty Arse from my blog, and more than two years since I gave Waltraute a lesson in invective – in an exchange of pleasantries started by her; and still those words evidently smart. Do you know, ladies, that until yesterday, I had forgotten that any of you was alive? You have, obviously, no honesty, no honour, and no common sense; the way you elaborately and deliberately distort what you read – which makes it perfectly useless to answer any of your lies – proves it beyond debate. But if you had, then the question – Who is stalking who? – would have to reach you where you live. And now some advice: get yourselves a life, the lot of you. One life between so many stalkers does not seem too much to ask. Start doing something interesting, like, I don’t know, watching raisins dry. Anything would be more profitable, more useful, less time-wasting, than to keep stalking someone who hardly notices you exist, and who would be, if anything, rather tempted to arrogance by knowing that you hate him so obsessively. For the hatred of your likes is easily taken as a compliment.
Post-scriptum: to the lurkers and the wunkers
I do not expect honesty from your likes, especially honesty to yourselves. But if you had any real sense of humour, let alone any honesty, you would realize just how ridiculous your repeated references to stalking really are. Who, exactly, is stalking who? It has been over a year since I had some fun at the expense of PirateJenny and her beliefs; and for over a year this person must have regularly spent some of her time lurking on my blog, carefully blinding herself to anything she might find sympathetic or unobjectionable, until she could finally lay her hands on something she could somehow distort and denounce. Does she imagine that I have ever given her and her follies a second thought? If she has been wasting her time here for so long, she should know that I have never once mentioned her since. It has been nearly as long since I drove DreamerMarie to inarticulate rage by pointing out that parricide is not nice; and still she waits for some opportunity to do me some harm. It has been nearly two years since I bounced the vain Queen Pretty Arse from my blog, and more than two years since I gave Waltraute a lesson in invective – in an exchange of pleasantries started by her; and still those words evidently smart. Do you know, ladies, that until yesterday, I had forgotten that any of you was alive? You have, obviously, no honesty, no honour, and no common sense; the way you elaborately and deliberately distort what you read – which makes it perfectly useless to answer any of your lies – proves it beyond debate. But if you had, then the question – Who is stalking who? – would have to reach you where you live. And now some advice: get yourselves a life, the lot of you. One life between so many stalkers does not seem too much to ask. Start doing something interesting, like, I don’t know, watching raisins dry. Anything would be more profitable, more useful, less time-wasting, than to keep stalking someone who hardly notices you exist, and who would be, if anything, rather tempted to arrogance by knowing that you hate him so obsessively. For the hatred of your likes is easily taken as a compliment.
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