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Crikey - yeah, unfortunately, that was CrIKEy - you people really do at least provide a bit of amusement and instruction in the way of laughably shameless hypocrisy.
I don't suppose you're even AWARE, though, how laughably self-contradictory your posts ALL are.
Just look at the last three. They all begin by insisting that there is no "uniformity of opinion" here - and end, in case you haven't noticed, by expressing exactly the same opinion as the previous poster:
"Nobody told me to hate him - but I hate him."
"I'm just part of the anonymous group mind and therefore don't hate anybody - but I hate him."
"I don't hate him, he's really not worth hating - although I DO hate him, of course."
What YOU "refuse to understand", you wildly verbally flailing idiots, is that I have nothing at all to do with the "drama" that you keep referring to as part of your pathetic little delusionally overblown "history".
The whole "circle jerk" thing, as far as I can glean, was some sort of insane neurotic rivalry about who was to be the bull-goose stalker, or bull-goose composer of clumsy, tasteless, pseudo-biblical Crackypasta, or bull-goose engager in some other sad and creepy activity that I have never had any interest in and never will.
I was drawn into this whole thing purely by chance because of a very normal, conventional sexual interest in an equally conventionally attractive 20-year-old girl whom I have never had any need to "stalk" because she's been entirely complicit and consenting in the whole thing all along.
The fact that what sustains her complicity and consent is, yes, very largely MONEY does, it is true, lend a hue of comedy and grotesquerie to the whole thing - and this element of ridiculousness and grotesquerie is, I suppose, the one thing that makes me think that there might be ANY basis at all on which a relatively normal individual like myself might be able to communicate and discuss with seriously disturbed and disturbing nutballs like yourselves.
The ONLY dignified and humanly decent way to deal with MY situation OR yours is to treat it with IRONY and HUMOUR, and to learn to laugh loud and long at ourselves. Pompous, ridiculous talk about a "tradition", and a "church", and "monks" and such bullshit is only casting a veil of smirking, self-satisfied vanity over what amounts, really, to a set of sad and obnoxious activities which Cracky is more than a hundred times justified in abhorring and wishing to see stopped.
One way of stopping it is learning to turn it all into self-mocking laughter - and it's the fact that I choose to deal with the tragedy of failed love and sexuality in a way that you're all far too narcissistic and stubbornly egotistical to try to deal with it that makes you hate me so much.
An opposite but analogous principle applies here, though, to the one recommended to Lenny Caution in Jean-Luc Godard's "Alphaville". There, the clue was: "There's hope for those who can still cry." Here, it's: "There's hope for those who can laugh."
My regards and best wishes to those - like Schwill and the guy who picked up on the Bill Grundy / Sex Pistols dialogue - who, in the past 24 hours or so, have proven themselves intact enough to recognize a joke as a joke.
YOU I'll see "on the other side".