Good people doing bad things...

[Rich Engle]

NOTE FROM MSK: This is a flame war peeled from a humor thread starting about

here

.

"Now, why will a man, when he gets to be a thousand years old, go on hanging around the women, and taking chances on fire and brimstone, instead of joining the church and endeavoring, with humble spirit and contrite heart, to ring in at the eleventh hour, like the thief on the cross? Why will he? "

--Mark Twain- Letter to Virginia City Territorial Enterprise, December 5, 1863

"The reason novelists nearly always fail in depicting women when they make them act, is that they let them do what they have observed some woman has done at some time or another. And that is where they make a mistake; for a woman will never do again what has been done before."-Mark Twain, The Gilded Age

"Niagra Falls. Slowly, I turned. Step by step...inch by inch." --The Three Stooges, doing that old Vauldville routine.

Harpys. Did you ever see anything about one of those? Ugly-winged Bird Women, it is said of them.

I guess that's Vauldville, in the end. It's always the same in entertainment. It's so amazing, and yet humiliating at the same time: the mere fact that you can dangle nothing other than pussy, sex, in front of intellectuals and that gets them going right away. I guess that, barring writing anything of intellectual substance, it comes (sadly) down to writing about cock rings. And I understand that, because anything that makes your dick hard, you will likely understand. Even if your ship has sailed, you will still remember what it felt like. Maybe just the use of the word "pussy" equates to desirability. Pathetic. But the shock factor seems to always prevail, because men are easy, I guess, that way. One sniff of it, and they lay around enjoying the Eros, like whipped little dogs.

In the case of Angie, all you guys need is to see is a set of high cheekbones, a little bit of dirtiness, and you're off to the races, you sad bastards. Cock has no conscience, and that is still a good thing, at least if you know how to manage the helm. Who's in charge? What's she doing? How come my thing feels funny? She knows that--off-rip, she can fart in the wrong direction and keep you guys busy whipping your monkeys for days on end.

And I cannot blame her for taking the role of the Eternal Victim<tm>. At least to some point. But that point passed me where she, er "re-entered," and started her PolyannaPath up again, including, this time, the desert of innuendo. Don't ask, don't tell. Unless you are Polyanna. Unless you are CNA and you can, at will, get cocks hard. There was a day when I liked her, even. But then I figured it out--what she does.

And that brings up an intersting point, as well. If you look at the manifest this site is based on, it implores to not use pseudonyms. But she does. Do you know her name? I do.

She tried to destroy a healthy, strategic artistic partnership between myself, and Victor Pross. Actually, that is not true--she just tried to destroy, first, his art, and then mine, by extension. She fucked with our business, and any man can relate to that. There, I said it--I invoked the name. But we have seen this before, and it is no more than a trifle, if you think on it.

I have never seen anything of substance from her as far as work goes. She takes pictures of plants and puts them on Flickr. Idea: photograph cockrings on unseeming clients. News at 11. Furthermore, she does not pursue said career on a business level. That is a lot of work, and I think that she would rather rely on flying off coattails (wait...idea! cocktails? cocks? coats? something is going on here) if anything.

She's down to making dick jokes. She's a fluff girl. You know what they are--the ones that get the porn stars' cocks hard before they go for the money shot. Damn, I tried so hard to like her. Not in a sexual way--it was never like that. We commiserated on the phone about our various personal tragedies. But she just keeps doing it again, and again, and again, ad nauseum.

Speaking of ad nauseum, it would not suprise me a bit if she started moving out to Greener Pastures. Namely, since her work (if you could call it that) on the forums is so sickly, so deficient, down to the point of satisfying those guys that like to vomit on people. She likes verbal vomit; indeed, she has elevated that to an Art Form of its own.

But be aware of the dangers. And believe me, I tried and tried. With her, expect to be issued a rule book. And I was only her friend, over the phone.

I have lost all sympathy for her. As I have said, I tried.

That's not exactly a "prime mover," is it? More like a whore.

You earned it, Angie. Now start back with your tirades and victimology. I await. You will find nothing.

Actually, that is not quite true, in spite of your harpy, mosquito-like efforts. Just keep on keepin' on. Grease their wieners. Get 'em hard, Dagny.

Just know who you are. Be that. And, I recommend using mouthwash.

rde

[CNA]

"Now, why will a man, when he gets to be a thousand years old, go on hanging around the women, and taking chances on fire and brimstone, instead of joining the church and endeavoring, with humble spirit and contrite heart, to ring in at the eleventh hour, like the thief on the cross? Why will he? "

--Mark Twain- Letter to Virginia City Territorial Enterprise, December 5, 1863

"The reason novelists nearly always fail in depicting women when they make them act, is that they let them do what they have observed some woman has done at some time or another. And that is where they make a mistake; for a woman will never do again what has been done before."-Mark Twain, The Gilded Age

"Niagra Falls. Slowly, I turned. Step by step...inch by inch." --The Three Stooges, doing that old Vauldville routine.

Harpys. Did you ever see anything about one of those? Ugly-winged Bird Women, it is said of them.

I guess that's Vauldville, in the end. It's always the same in entertainment. It's so amazing, and yet humiliating at the same time: the mere fact that you can dangle nothing other than pussy, sex, in front of intellectuals and that gets them going right away. I guess that, barring writing anything of intellectual substance, it comes (sadly) down to writing about cock rings. And I understand that, because anything that makes your dick hard, you will likely understand. Even if your ship has sailed, you will still remember what it felt like. Maybe just the use of the word "pussy" equates to desirability. Pathetic. But the shock factor seems to always prevail, because men are easy, I guess, that way. One sniff of it, and they lay around enjoying the Eros, like whipped little dogs.

In the case of Angie, all you guys need is to see is a set of high cheekbones, a little bit of dirtiness, and you're off to the races, you sad bastards. Cock has no conscience, and that is still a good thing, at least if you know how to manage the helm. Who's in charge? What's she doing? How come my thing feels funny? She knows that--off-rip, she can fart in the wrong direction and keep you guys busy whipping your monkeys for days on end.

And I cannot blame her for taking the role of the Eternal Victim<tm>. At least to some point. But that point passed me where she, er "re-entered," and started her PolyannaPath up again, including, this time, the desert of innuendo. Don't ask, don't tell. Unless you are Polyanna. Unless you are CNA and you can, at will, get cocks hard. There was a day when I liked her, even. But then I figured it out--what she does.

And that brings up an intersting point, as well. If you look at the manifest this site is based on, it implores to not use pseudonyms. But she does. Do you know her name? I do.

She tried to destroy a healthy, strategic artistic partnership between myself, and Victor Pross. Actually, that is not true--she just tried to destroy, first, his art, and then mine, by extension. She fucked with our business, and any man can relate to that. There, I said it--I invoked the name. But we have seen this before, and it is no more than a trifle, if you think on it.

I have never seen anything of substance from her as far as work goes. She takes pictures of plants and puts them on Flickr. Idea: photograph cockrings on unseeming clients. News at 11. Furthermore, she does not pursue said career on a business level. That is a lot of work, and I think that she would rather rely on flying off coattails (wait...idea! cocktails? cocks? coats? something is going on here) if anything.

She's down to making dick jokes. She's a fluff girl. You know what they are--the ones that get the porn star's cocks hard before they go for the money shot. Damn, I tried so hard to like her. Not in a sexual way--it was never like that. We commiserated on the phone about our various personal tragedies. But she just keeps doing it again, and again, and again, ad nauseum.

Speaking of ad nauseum, it would not suprise me a bit if she started moving out to Greener Pastures. Namely, since her work (if you could call it that) on the forums is so sickly, so deficient, down to the point of satisfying those guys that like to vomit on people. She likes verbal vomit; indeed, she has elevated that to an Art Form of its own.

But be aware of the dangers. And believe me, I tried and tried. With her, expect to be issued a rule book. And I was only her friend, over the phone.

I have lost all sympathy for her. As I have said, I tried.

That's not exactly a "prime mover," is it? More like a whore.

You earned it, Angie. Now start back with your tirades and victimology. I await. You will find nothing.

Actually, that is not quite true, in spite of your harpy, mosquito-like efforts. Just keep on keepin' on. Grease their wieners. Get 'em hard, Dagny.

Just know who you are. Be that. And, I recommend using mouthwash.

rde

Wow, this wreaks like some serious Victor Pross talk here, sounds exactly like him. Make all the assumptions you want and talk all the shit you want because "Quite, Frankly, My Dear, I don't give a damn!!!!" LMAO

[Rich Engle]

Nice try, Angie.

Ah, so I have no mind of my own, do I?

I find it interesting that you would take my words so loosely; my words are, and have always been my own. This has been proven, for many years. Unlike you, in writing, in the contemplation of literature, anything, actually, I work on my craft, and I do it every day. I find it ponderous that you think that just because you can type and have a pussy that you can walk into a place like this and expect parity? Do you know what "parity" means, in this context? Do you think I need a mouthpiece? I've worked years on this shit. More than you have, that is for sure. You just throw it out off the cuff. Just because you can type fast (being a court reporter, and all) doesn't guarantee that you can make meaning from the words that you stroke out. Wanna have a typing contest? I don't.

It is a sadness, what you do. But you will persist. That is the nature of such a sadness.

Shall I continue? Shall I continue to unveil things?

Not needed, most likely. You will just keep doing it. It is all you have left.

Just keep fluffing up the locals. There is a funny thing about that--they know. Part of that is why they come here. They wait for girls like you. Prove me different. Enter into a discussion about, say, something about technical philosophy. They don't don't want you for that. They just want you to fluff them up.

That is where you ended up putting yourself.

A=A, no?

rde

[Rich Engle]

I should have made that last post simpler. Here, I will try.

You give instructionals about how to use cock rings, Harpy.

What's next? One can only guess.

Maybe you ought to open up a 900 number. That should make you (and them) feel much, much better.

My corporeal being will cease to exist before you come up with one, just one, innovative concept, or thought.

But wait, I forget. You're just a spray-booth. That's how you defined yourself. That's the price of admission.

For you, for everyone.

Cleanup is a bitch. I recommend vinegar, and a lot of paper towels.

Baby wipes, on the other hand, might be more comfortable. There are many products. Find one that works Just For You<tm>.

In a pinch, there's always the garden hose, out back. Something.

rde

Edited May 4, 2010 by Rich Engle

[George H. Smith]

I should have made that last post simpler. Here, I will try.

You give instructionals about how to use cock rings, Harpy.

What's next? One can only guess.

Maybe you ought to open up a 900 number. That should make you (and them) feel much, much better.

My corporeal being will cease to exist before you come up with one, just one, innovative concept, or thought.

But wait, I forget. You're just a spray-booth. That's how you defined yourself. That's the price of admission.

For you, for everyone.

Cleanup is a bitch. I recommend vinegar, and a lot of paper towels.

Baby wipes, on the other hand, might be more comfortable. There are many products. Find one that works Just For You<tm>.

In a pinch, there's always the garden hose, out back. Something.

rde

Jesus, talk about overkill....

It would be better all around if you kept your misogynistic opinions to yourself.

Ghs

[9thdoctor]

In the case of Angie, all you guys need is to see is a set of high cheekbones, a little bit of dirtiness, and you're off to the races, you sad bastards. Cock has no conscience, and that is still a good thing, at least if you know how to manage the helm. Who's in charge? What's she doing? How come my thing feels funny? She knows that--off-rip, she can fart in the wrong direction and keep you guys busy whipping your monkeys for days on end.

And I cannot blame her for taking the role of the Eternal Victim<tm>. At least to some point. But that point passed me where she, er "re-entered," and started her PolyannaPath up again, including, this time, the desert of innuendo. Don't ask, don't tell. Unless you are Polyanna. Unless you are CNA and you can, at will, get cocks hard. There was a day when I liked her, even. But then I figured it out--what she does.

What’s with the public denunciations? Suddenly bringing up your personal histories and then denigrating everyone who was having fun with the salty banter. This is supposed to be a humor thread, and you’ve dumped a bucket of ice water on our little campfire. And I can’t see what set you off, it seems to just come out of the blue. Here’s a thought, some civil advice from one of the people you’ve insulted: how about when it’s after midnight, and you’re thinking of posting, think of pussy instead, this pussy:

[George H. Smith]

In the case of Angie, all you guys need is to see is a set of high cheekbones, a little bit of dirtiness, and you're off to the races, you sad bastards. Cock has no conscience, and that is still a good thing, at least if you know how to manage the helm. Who's in charge? What's she doing? How come my thing feels funny? She knows that--off-rip, she can fart in the wrong direction and keep you guys busy whipping your monkeys for days on end.

As one of "you guys" who engaged in light banter with CNA, I hope I can one day attain your level of sexual maturity and self-confidence. Then, the next time a woman disappoints me, I can call her a harpy, a fluff girl, a spray booth, and a whore.

If a "cock has no conscience," then you must be one gigantic prick.

Ghs

[Rich Engle]

A misogy...gynocologi...ist...something? OK, sure. Ask my wife, I guess.

You're right, though. We need some MORE FUNNY STUFF. Like a set of instructions for cockrings.

"Huh-Huh. Huh-Huh." --Beavis (or Butthead, one of those guys)

You know what I like? Libretto extracts from Frank Zappa's rock opera-- Joe's Garage. Like this one here:

But one night, at the

Social Club meeting Mary didn't show up...

She was sucking cock backstage at The Armory

In order to get a pass To see some big rock group for free...

SCENE FOUR

CREW SLUT

Backstage at the local Armory, MARY, in her little white dress,

is wiping the remnants of her performance off the side of her mouth

as LARRY (the guy from the garage who quit the band in order to make

an honest living) zips up the front of his stinking boiler suit and sings

to the same teen-age girls who were stomping and clapping a little while ago,

as they kneel with their little pink mouths open near the crew bus,

hoping to save the price of admission by performing acts of Hooverism on

the jolly lads who set up the P. A. System.

LARRY:

Hey Hey Hey all you girls in these

Industrial towns

I know you're prob'ly gettin' tired

Of all the local clowns

They never give you no respect

They never treat you nice

So perhaps you oughta try

A little friendly advice

And be a CREW SLUT

Hey, you 'll love it

Be a CREW SLUT

It's a way of life

Be a CREW SLUT

See the world

Don't make a fuss, just get on the bus

CREW SLUT

Add water, makes its own sauce

Be a CREW SLUT

So you don't forget, call before midnite tonite

The boys in the crew

Are fust waiting for you

You never get to move around

You never go nowhere

I know yer prob'ly gettin' tired

Of all the guys out there

You always wondered what it's like

To go from place to place

So, darlin', take a little ride

On the mixer's face

Be a CREW SLUT

Just follow the magic footprints

Be a CREW SLUT

Hey, you'll love it!

Be a CREW SLUT

It's a way of life

I ain't gonna squash it

And you don't need to wash it!

CREW SLUT

Hey, I'll buy you a pizza

CREW SLUT

Of course I'll introduce you to Warren

The boys in the crew

Are only waiting for you

At this point, the road crew, as all road crews must from time to time,

borrow some of the big rock group's equipment and have a blues jam

session, indicating to the kneeling maidens that they are endowed with

a great deal of raw talent, as well as massive meat. Obviously impressed

with LARRY'S ability to suck so hard on his harmonica that screeching

little noises come out of it, MARY kneels again and reaches upward in

gestures of supplication, listening intently as LARRY continues to sing...

LARRY:

Well you been to Alabama, girl,

'N' Georgia too

'N' all the boys in thecrew

Is bein' good to you

I know yer sayin' to yourself

'This is the way to go

'Cause when you need a little extra

They will give you some mo'

'Cause you're the CREW SLUT

MARY:

I'm into leather...

LARRY:

That s good! A lot of the boys in the crew

Love leather...

MARY:

And rubber...

LARRY:

Yeh, they like rubber too... shrink- tubing

With a hair dryer...

ROAD CREW CHORUS:

Trade your spot on the bench

For a guy with a wrench

MARY:

Ha ha ha...

LARRY:

You like that, huh?

I told you you'd love it...

It's a way of life!

ROAD CREW CHORUS:

The guys in the crew

Have got a present for you!

MARY:

A present for me?

LARRY: We got a present for you!

MARY:

Whaddya got?

Whaddya gonna give me?

LARRY:

It looks just like a TeleFunken U-47

You'll love it...

MARY: With leather?

CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:

Eherrr, eh eh...This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER again...

And so MARY was enticed away from Joe

By an evil barbarian with a wrench in his pocket

Lured into a life of SLEAZERY

With the entire road crew of some Famous Rock Group (I don't know whether it

wasToad-O... I don't know... I'll check it out)

Again we see MUSIC

Causing BIG TROUBLE!

[George H. Smith]

A misogy...gynocologi...ist...something? OK, sure. Ask my wife, I guess.

You're right, though. We need some MORE FUNNY STUFF. Like a set of instructions for cock rings.

"Huh-Huh. Huh-Huh." --Beavis (or Butthead, one of those guys)

Lots of guys on OL have posted more sexually explicit things than anything I've seen so far from CNA. For example, not long ago on another thread we were treated to two close-up shots of ample female breasts. I didn't see you calling any of those guys the male equivalent of whores. Where was your concern for sexual purity on OL then?

As for CNA's post about cock rings, there was a context for that. She posted it after someone noted how age can bring erectile dysfunction in its wake. I found the discussion interesting, and I'm sure other readers did as well. Why you reacted in such a juvenile manner is anyone's guess.

Funny you should mention Beavis and Butthead. Some of the names you called CNA could easily have come straight from their mouths. Perhaps you should start posting under the nick "The Great Cornholio."

Ghs

[George H. Smith]

You know what I like? Libretto extracts from Frank Zappa's rock opera-- Joe's Garage. Like this one here:....

You seem obsessed with "sluts"? Why is that?

Try joining a rock band. Maybe your luck will improve.

Ghs

[Rich Engle]

I already did that. Wanna buy the album? http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/ota

Notice who did the swanky cover art.

rde

Don't ask, don't tell.

Edited May 4, 2010 by Rich Engle

[Rich Engle]

Ghs-

Now that I think about it, I still have some comp copies of the CD down here. I feel a little guilty, since when I read your book (which I enjoyed greatly), it was via a borrowed copy.

So if you want one, just message me your address and I'll mail you the album. Call it fair trade. Least I can do.

The band features two female musicians (lead vocalist, violinist) even, and they are both very hot, aside from being great players. But if you want pictures, that would be extra.

rde

See, I'm not like they SAY I am.

Edited May 4, 2010 by Rich Engle

[George H. Smith]

Ghs-

Now that I think about it, I still have some comp copies of the CD down here. I feel a little guilty, since when I read your book (which I enjoyed greatly), it was via a borrowed copy.

So if you want one, just message me your address and I'll mail you the album. Call it fair trade. Least I can do.

The band features two female musicians (lead vocalist, violinist) even, and they are both very hot, aside from being great players. But if you want pictures, that would be extra.

rde

See, I'm not like they SAY I am.

No, thanks. My tastes in music are pretty much confined to jazz, bluegrass, classical, and early rock.

You could quickly clear the air around here by posting a straightforward apology to CNA. I understand that you don't like her; even so, your remarks were way over the top.

Ghs

[9thdoctor]

You could quickly clear the air around here by posting a straightforward apology to CNA. I understand that you don't like her; even so, your remarks were way over the top.

C'mon Rich, don't make us call in Otto.

[Dragonfly]

Lots of guys on OL have posted more sexually explicit things than anything I've seen so far from CNA. For example, not long ago on another thread we were treated to two close-up shots of ample female breasts.

Hey, I must have missed that! Or do you mean that picture of those ugly silicone balloons? They weren't even nude, and I've no idea what there could be sexually explicit about them, it was more something for a horror movie.

[Rich Engle]

Well, I never find it necessary, nor sensible, to defend my abilities as a composer of music. Or for that matter, as a teacher of music, or even as an overall-accomplished player. You learn quite a bit about this business after a few decades. Lots of people talk about it, few do the work, because it is so difficult, and time consuming. Post-production (engineering alone) requires so much. There are, really, only two kinds of musicians. One is of the eclectic variety (where I sit)--these are the ones that are called "multistylists" because they study all manners of musical expression. It is difficult to be that wide, but it can be done. The other is of the sort that self-directs to a high level of proficiency within a specific musical vocabulary (jazz, classical, rock, blues, world/ethnic music, what have you). There is no "better," here--the only difference lies in approach. Both require strenuous study, strenuous work, dedication, and discipline. Basically, it is about sweat.

Actually, I suppose that there exists another two varieties of musicians, or at least composers. I call them the "Beethoven" and "Mozart" types. If you look at Beethoven's manuscripts, you will see the torture; the ink-outs, corrections, and so forth. You see the struggle. On the other hand, if you examine Mozart's manuscripts, what you generally see is near-flawlessness. I guess that is why they called him "Amadeus." Both are pathways, pathways to the same destination. It is not reasonable to say that one is "better" than the other. The interesting thing here is to see the various, reciprocal (maybe) benefits that emerge from each approach. And the seasoned eye will notice that condition.

In the end, you just have to figure out which one of those you are, be that thing, and get to work. Work tends to take care of most problems.

Now, as to this apology thing. In a word, no.

You are not privy to the dismal back-story preceding all of this, and frankly, I wouldn't recommend it--I can think of almost anything a person could do that is more productive; anything that could bring a more joyous state of mind. At least you are not privy to the entirety of it, and my advice to you would be to remain in that state.

That is the sick nature of it. I found myself ill-equipped to be caught in the "middle" of that fiasco. You know that you have a problem when your alliances are being challenged. My choice was clear, and informed (I will say why shortly, it is a simple concept). I warned both of the "parties involved" that their actions had grave consequences. One has, finally, completely let go and found freedom. The other has not, and continues via a certain kind of innuendo. It is a sadness to watch it in action. It is even sadder to watch others (who should not be burdened with the facts preceding the behavior they witness) fall so simply into what I see as just another shallow dog-and-pony show. But I guess that's how entertainment works, right? No such thing as "bad publicity."

In the end, I looked at the production. If you are going to talk about art (and by that I mean the broad term--visual, auditory, whatever you are up to making), you are either a doer (I guess in Rand-ese that would be called a "prime mover"), or you are a critic--the latter being parasitic and non-productive by nature. Without the former, the latter cannot exist, and sometimes that just vexes me. It vexes me because I know how much work goes into making something.

Perhaps (most likely, even) these people express themselves in places outside of the artistic world, and that, of course, is a good thing. But I do not see how it qualifies them to behave as if they were "on parity" in realms outside of their own endeavor(s). Just because I am a professional musician does not mean I have the right to act as if I were, say, a soccer player, or something. I find that to be nothing more than a poseur mentality. Or, if one is trying to be benevolent, call it confused, misdirected. I don't buy that latter statement, because I believe the action is willful, informed.

It is further complicated when sexuality comes into the picture. What I saw here is a cheap shot, and it got bought hook-line-sinker, per usual. On the other hand, as I have said one way or another, maybe that is what the trade was all about in the first place. Nothing like light entertainment. A little kinky female attention.

But if you think, for a New York Minute, that such ladies that come into that question do not know what they are doing, how the male buttons work, you are sorely mistaken. Ask my wife. She sussed it out in only a few sentences, because she has seen it before. There was a time, long ago, when she tried out those tools. She rejected them on principle.

Again, though, have fun with the "playful banter." There is no harm in it, as long as it is taken for what it is--no more, no less.

Meanwhile, there is work to do. A lot of it. And I am going back to that.

Regards,

rde

[George H. Smith]

Now, as to this apology thing. In a word, no.

You are not privy to the dismal back-story preceding all of this, and frankly, I wouldn't recommend it--I can think of almost anything a person could do that is more productive; anything that could bring a more joyous state of mind. At least you are not privy to the entirety of it, and my advice to you would be to remain in that state.

That is the sick nature of it. I found myself ill-equipped to be caught in the "middle" of that fiasco. You know that you have a problem when your alliances are being challenged. My choice was clear, and informed (I will say why shortly, it is a simple concept). I warned both of the "parties involved" that their actions had grave consequences. One has, finally, completely let go and found freedom. The other has not, and continues via a certain kind of innuendo. It is a sadness to watch it in action. It is even sadder to watch others (who should not be burdened with the facts preceding the behavior they witness) fall so simply into what I see as just another shallow dog-and-pony show. But I guess that's how entertainment works, right? No such thing as "bad publicity."

I don't care what your back story with CNA is. Nothing she said on OL remotely justifies your boorish and crude remarks, which you managed to spread over several posts.

As for those who "fall so simply into what I see as just another shallow dog-and-pony show," why should anyone give a shit? No one except you was taking the harmless banter with CNA as anything more than what it was. If you cannot handle this sort of thing without going ballistic, then you shouldn't participate. Nobody forced you.

As far as I can tell, you are the only one around here who cannot shed the past. I suggest you get over it.

Ghs

[9thdoctor]

One sniff of it, and they lay around enjoying the Eros, like whipped little dogs.

In the case of Angie, all you guys need is to see is a set of high cheekbones, a little bit of dirtiness, and you're off to the races, you sad bastards. Cock has no conscience, and that is still a good thing, at least if you know how to manage the helm. Who's in charge? What's she doing? How come my thing feels funny? She knows that--off-rip, she can fart in the wrong direction and keep you guys busy whipping your monkeys for days on end.

Make all the assumptions you want and talk all the shit you want because "Quite, Frankly, My Dear, I don't give a damn!!!!" LMAO

Now, as to this apology thing. In a word, no.

Angie’s already (mis)quoted Rhett Butler back at him, I think she’s doing fine without an apology. It’s the rest of those “sad bastards” “busy whipping your monkeys” “like whipped little dogs” who’d like to see some kind of retraction. Oh, and some criticism qua writer, you’re overusing the whipping motif, try to mix it up better next time.

Or do you mean that picture of those ugly silicone balloons? They weren't even nude, and I've no idea what there could be sexually explicit about them, it was more something for a horror movie.

You're entitled to your opinion, but in mine, these babies need no excuse.

[Dragonfly]

How anyone can like such monstrous artificial balls is beyond me.

[Brant Gaede]

Rich: Victor Pross destroyed himself on this site causing Michael K. countless hours of cleanup work. He's not welcome here. Angie is. You've got one hell of a nerve driving your truck into this thread and dropping a load of horse manure on it.

--Brant

[Xray]

Would be a good quiz question to show people excerpts from this thread and then let them make a guess what kind of forum it is. Not many would answer "philosophy" I suppose.

Looks like the "life is the ultimate value, and end it itself" thing has morphed into you "sex is the ultimate value, an end in itself".

Objectivists, Objectivists! Have you forgotten Galt told you that "happiness is possible only to a rational man, the man who desires nothing but rational goals, seeks nothing but rational values and finds his joy in nothing but rational actions".

But then who is John Galt, not exactly an expert in that field, compared to the lady who recommended all those 'gadgets' here. ;)

Would John Galt have surfed Internet porn? I suppose it all depends on whether there were some good pics of Dagny Taggart.

Except for Dagny, it looks like Galt never had any sexual contacts. The same goes for D'Anconia, and Rearden comes close as well (Lilian does not really count, since he lost any interest in her after only one week of marriage). Odd birds all three, even as fictional characters.

This is also a matter of Randian esthetics. Here is how The Fountainhead begins:

Howard Roark laughed.

He stood naked at the edge of a cliff.

Compare this to:

Howard Roark laughed.

He stood, his pants down around his ankles, at the edge of a cliff.

I rest my case.

Ghs

But you're forgetting this scene from Atlas Shrugged:

Rearden opened the door and stopped on the threshold. One of the hotel's costliest satin-shaded lamps stood in the middle of the floor, throwing a circle of light on wide sheets of drafting paper. Francisco d'Anconia, in shirt sleeves, a strand of hair hanging down over his face, lay stretched on the floor, his pants down around his ankles, on his stomach, propped up by his elbows, biting the end of a pencil in concentration upon some point of the intricate tracing before him.

J

Hmmmm....That passage must be from the suppressed, homoerotic version of Atlas Shrugged.

ROFL! GHS and Johnathan - thanks for a good laugh!

Edited May 4, 2010 by Xray

[Rich Engle]

Rich: Victor Pross destroyed himself on this site causing Michael K. countless hours of cleanup work. He's not welcome here. Angie is. You've got one hell of a nerve driving your truck into this thread and dropping a load of horse manure on it.

--Brant

Well, there we have it folks, Chapter and Verse. And speak for yourself, while I'm at it. Yeah, I know, I stopped the stripper party. Sorry, like I said. Next time I'll leave her to you guys. I promise!

[CNA]

I sit here at my computer truly taking JOY with a smirk on my face and literally laughing in witnessing what has been happening here. BUT it's not the joy that others may be thinking of as I will breifly explain in a bit. It TRULY is the best possible Joy and Happiness one can experience, coming from my firsthand knowledge, understanding, and experience from my past and what happened. I debate on how much of MY VALUABLE time I am going to "waste" on such matters, when truly it is not even worth an ounce of my breathe and for it to pass through my lips. But I will take a brief moment since I can crank out a tremendous amount of work because I can and do type very fast. It may take me 10 minutes tops to write this post; thereafter, I will no longer "waste" MY VALUABLE TIME on such matters such that you have, Rich.

Rich, you've dug yourself a pretty deep hole and truly making yourself look like the ass you are as can be evidenced on this thread thus far. It was stated before you went on your own tirade that it was an innocent game and playing around, nothing more and nothing less. I find your posts to be oh so very revealing, truly I do, of the type of person you are which lines up closely to that of Victor's. We all know what I think of Victor so no need to rehash it up as you seem to be so readily doing now. You can trash talk me as much as you'd like. BUT what you just did is make everyone that much more curious about past events and what he did and is so readily available on this site in and of itself for ALL to view, let alone numerous other sites. You've disparaged myself which I couldn't really give a right's ass but I do take gratification in that you have done that much more damage to yourself and to Victor by your actions here now.

This is where I will go into MY JOY and HAPPINESS and it's the best kind ever. You seem to imply that you and Victor especially have something tangible that you can hold over my head from what happened so long ago. Your misplaced belief is truly to MY benefit more so than you can imagine, although you may not understand it now. You think that you can evoke fear in me by this very implication as does Victor. This is where I lean back and I SMILE and I LAUGH!!!!!! The JOY and HAPPINESS that I feel right now is what is called INDIFFERENCE. It TRULY is the BEST. Hell, I may even equate it to that of having an orgasm because it's oh, soooooo, goooood!!!!! It's a tremendous weight lifted off my shoulders. There is NOTHING YOU nor Victor can say or "DO" that will phase me or evoke FEAR into me which is one of your goals as is so obvious by some of your posts. If you don't understand it now, I'll *strip* it down just a bit more for you so you'll be able to understand. What I have already done and now in writing this for ALL to see is I have STRIPPED every power you or Victor has OVER ME and there's NOTHING you can do about it. NOTHING you can say to change it otherwise.

This post may very well strike a major nerve in you and Victor which I imagine it will so I expect a barrage of more disparaging bullshit thrown my way, no matter what the falslities that may come from your rancid lips and ultimately written down to black and white for all to see. I will not ALLOW you to affect me the way you want me to be affected, the way you so desparately want me to react to and to come out with fists up, throwing blows. This is what you want as well as Victor. Oh, poor little ole me, I'm the victim, boohoo, I'm so delicate and fragile. My INDIFFERENCE has made me that much stronger because there is no longer anything you can say or "do" that will harm me and the same of that of Victor.

You came here to DESTROY as an outsider something that a number of us who are O'ists were having fun with and building. You attempted to imply that it WASN'T a harmless game and that I was wicked with ill-will, Femme Fatale. But in reality as is stated in my prior posts that this is exactly what it is, a harmless game having fun and "blowing" off steam and "playing" around, nothing more and nothing less.

Just as Ninth stated, we had our own little campfire going and you came in with ice water with your ill-will and DESTROYED IT. So predictible. But as I stated, INDIFFERENCE is a very very very beautiful thing!!!!!!!!!! And it's a bitch, ain't it, Rich? I do expect more vitriol that will come from that rancid mouth of yours as well as Victor's but another beautiful feature to OL is the IGNORE feature and something I will be utilizing very very soon to my delight.

For THOSE that are willing and choose to, I THINK IT'S ABOUT TIME THAT OUR LITTLE CAMPFIRE IS RESTARTED AND IT IS BUILT BACK UP TO WHAT IT WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you can't take the heat, Rich, get the fuck out of the kitchen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sbeaulieu]

For starters, one way to piss off an aggressor is to simply ignore them. By that, I don't mean the ignore feature, rather just don't reply to a post. Let them waste their fingers away at the keys, only for all the effort to hit the bit bucket.

Secondly, it's a pretty sad day when someone seemingly wakes up on the wrong side of the bed and lashes out for others to share in their discomfort. Rich, if you have issues with Angie, take it to PMs and settle the differences in private. I don't come to this site to choose sides. I come to share ideas and prosper intellectually by nibbling on subjects that interest me. Half of the tirades on this site would never see the light of day if it were a face-to-face encounter. Odd phenomenon...bitching online without fear of retribution. It turns some to brutish grammatical slugfests.

If given the choice, I'd prefer the occasional sexual banter "with" a woman. It's enjoyable due to its spontaneity. It doesn't happen every day. I'll enjoy this like I do the seldom-savoured scotch and cigar. I'm not trying to divine whether or not Angie has some alterior motive behind her posts. Why? Because there isn't one. It's for fun, as she stated.

Anyway, I'm headed over the Hillshire Farm to start a new campfire. I'm bringing the sausage...

~ Shane

[CNA]

I wanted to say thank you sooo much EVERYONE who was and is supportive of me when all this went down lastnight and today. It's greatly greatly appreciated and means a lot to me more than you can possibly imagine!!!!!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!! I hope all those smilies won't send George into sensory overload!!!!!!!!!! LOL