Says Barry, arguing with us. ;-) Say, Barry, how come you're paying Ann and me so much attention this morning?
(See what I mean about his not being able to come up with any new insults? At this point he's just using the old ones over and over--and they were flabby to start with.) Just because *someone* should do it, let's focus on another claim in this latest rant, the word "argumentative" I've highlighted below. As anyone who has been following the traffic on this site should know, this is total projection on Ann's part, because I *don't* argue. I think -- and have said often -- that I think arguing is idiotic, and I don't indulge in it. I allow the idiots to do so. *Ann* argues. *Judy* argues. Both of them seem to *live* to argue. What this stalking of me is all about is that I *fail* to argue with them. They try their best to get me to do so, because it's the only the way they know to get what they both desperately seek -- attention. When I don't, they interpret this as rejection (which it is), and then go crazy. Need I point out that this is Robin Carlsen's act that they are mimicking? I'm expecting them to start writing 5,000-word diatribes like his any day now. From: "awoelflebater@..." <awoelflebater@...> To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, March 1, 2014 4:02 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] RE: Why only 34 souls posted posted on FFL last week ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <authfriend@...> wrote: Forget the numbers and look at the quote from Barry's post--gratuitously unpleasant, as so very many of his posts are. If he had something intelligent and incisive to say, one could perhaps tolerate the nastiness, but that's rarely the case. Like this one, most of his "cynical" posts are thoughtless and shallow, just an opportunity for him to be insulting for the sake of being insulting. The regulars don't pay him much attention other than to laugh at him, but people who might otherwise want to join FFL are more likely to be dissuaded than enticed by his constant infusions of bile. Yuppers. Bawwy takes the first place ribbon for unpleasant, gratuitously violent, unnecessarily argumentative and demoralizingly repetitive and beyond boring. It's like someone had an idea to stick this token asshole amidst a group of people just to see what happens. Bawwy is like the 'plant' in the audience hired simply to stir up and create some sort of stink. Those who object to his odiousness are labelled one thing and those who ignore him are labelled something else. But bottom line, he's predictable and unnecessary because he brings otherwise interesting conversations down to the lowest common denominator. I found it worth a smile this morning that he proclaims himself 50-50 right and left hemisphere of brain function. His evident pride showing through. He's so fucking predictable and the reason he is so funny is because he takes himself as seriously as he does. Thank God I can at least get an occasional laugh out of his presence here, otherwise he's a write-off. Dorks and assholes are a dime a dozen. Not a good argument: If you look at the number of posters since the beginning of the year, as measured on Saturday (the final post count for the week), you can see that the number of posters has been steady, and though not statisitcally significant, 34 is higher than the average of 33.11 posters over this period. So we have an up tick at the end of the first two months of 2014. Barry got you. You did not shun the place. Identification with the symbols we have in our heads for reality is a hard habit to break. Keep meditating Nabby, and maybe someday the dawn will come (though of course it is not really a dawn). If you want to think more clearly, I would keep my distance from Mr. Creme. But do keep meditating. 34 posters as of last night. 36 posters Feb 22 34 posters Feb 14 32 posters Feb 7 33 posters Feb 1 32 posters Jan 25 29 posters Jan 18 34 posters Jan 11 34 posters Jan 4 Perhaps you'll find why this place is shunned in these kind of cynical posts, this example from the Turq: "I can't imagine a better personification of what Nabby (and of course Maharishi) felt was the definition of "charity" or "selfless service." Bid against other people to spend time with a fave band, the money going to the DLF (and Maharishi's relatives), and you're cool. Not to mention the belief that having the money to bid with makes you one of the "elite," more highly evolved than others, and thus more worthy of respect. "
