---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <emptybill@...> wrote :
But our Pants is giving you a little attitude asking if you were on whoremoans (a dead give away that he doesn't view the female of the species with anything except disdain - no wonder he's bitter. You don’t have a clue about anything in my life or about what I do. Sorry but your ignorance does not liberate you. Sure I do I ("have a clue)". I know that you read FFL and post here. I know that you have read a few books, tried out a career as a monk and discovered that there were as many deviants in that field as there are in any average midwestern hick town. I know that you like to throw words around that mean nothing to me and are just that, words. I also know that you either believe or pretend to believe that women are superficial and tedious. You have made it clear that you are afraid even as we speak. You are afraid of the things you can not control and of the things you imagine are coming to get you. I know that you are not full of mirth, joy or happiness and that you are happy to let others know this. I know that you present yourself as disgruntled and disappointed and choose to spend your time either pretending you are exactly this way or are not this way and find it important, for some reason, to make others believe that you are. I know lots about you, pants, whether you realize it or not. I rather tend to think you have no idea how you come across to others because if you did realize, you'd be mortified and would stop paying lip service to all of this cerebral bullshit about advaita. You're more the poster boy for arrested development due to curtailed success as an ascetic. However, I understand why you need to occupy yourself with the unessential and superfluous. Living where you do you can never know if in the next moment an earthquake will strike or a volcano will blow. Better to be frivolous. I'm pretty sure posting to FFL is the height of frivolity, don't you think smartypants? I’ll pray to VajraBhairava to protect you and your family. Don't bother, with a personality like yours I hardly think you're a favorite of any of these guys; I doubt you hold any clout with them. I'll do my own stinkun' prayin', thanks.