Do I, or don’t I?

“Every time I try to get out… THEY PULL ME BACK IN!”
– Michael Corleone, Godfather III –

No Lee, you’re not perfect. If it’s any consolation to you, neither am I.
(I could add on “No one is”, but that would make me judgmental, wouldn’t it?)

I could be wrong here, but when I see these two posts, Kare’s posts (which don’t seem to be about anybody, when you confront her.), and Faith’s Post…

Well it sounds to me like issues are just SCREAMING to be resolved. Despite my repeated desire to just move on…

I could be wrong on this one too, folks.
Some people just need somebody to blame for all the ills of the world… hell, blame me, I don’t give a fuck. I sunk the Titanic, blew up the Hindenburg, and caused the last two Stock Market crashes while you’re at it.

I raped your next door neighbor’s goat and gave him AIDS.
Yeah… that was me too.

I’m an easy target. It also looks better than to sit down and rationalize why no one likes you, and why your lives are so empty.

Though I take almost NOTHING seriously on the web… Just know that I AM sitting here taking down names as you’re bashing me on a subject you clearly know nothing about. Just for future humiliation, ridicule, and my sick & sadistic amusement. Why? Because you deserve to be taken down a few pegs, and I feel like it.

I was more or less under the impression that nobody cares anymore.
Is this the case? Should I attempt to once again put up my take on all this, in an attempt to clarify some of the misinformation being spread? Or am I going to get hit with “Why are you still going on about this?” and other bullshit to cloud the real issues at hand?

What I’m saying is… is it worth it?
Or should I just move on, and ignore it from here on in?
(Comments have been set to “Flame War” mode. Just letting you know.)

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