On Mon, 20 Sep 2010 06:04:12 -0700 (PDT), Mark wrote:

In this group I push the electric envelope of make believe concepts.
While this may bring inflammatory responses, I find that to be part
of the "art" and I have an art school named for me. of exploration.
The Jew troll and his sockpuppets don't count. I can count to ten.

As you can see, I ignore them.


This group is just middle-aged psychopaths in need of
"enlightenment". I suplly that to this stale, half-dead group.
Based on past experience I generally find that subsequently, my
detractors, over time, are always wrong 99% of the time. I teach,
theylisten. It is who I am. Mark. Unfortunately by the time this
happens the dust has settled and the parties are long gone.

I wonder if I will ever get laid.

No.

You won't.
--
If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my paper,
before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of
journalists is to destroy the truth; to pervert; to vilify; to fawn
at the feet of mammon, and to sell this country and this race for
their daily bread. We are the tools and vessels for rich men behind
the scenes. We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we
dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the
property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes." ~ John
Swinton, former Chief of Staff of the New York Times and the "Dean of
his Profession"