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"English is not your native language." ...and logic not your strong suit

When I write, I tend not to spell out the small details, expecting the correspondent fill the blanks... at least that is what I do with people I respect.

You started making fallacies early in this exchange, jumping from one to another, unable to express your own feelings, hiding behind the vets here, SS's back there, not stating even your own feelings, just attacking mine.

All that set a rather low intellectual tone, I must say. During that time you had difficulty articulating your question - with all those side moves if there ever was any focus to your thought, it certainly did not come across, but what did, was the obnoxious demand at explanation... of what exactly did not matter, and as the subject of your behavior meant little, I kept ignoring it, running circles around you with faint ridicule, hoping you would suddenly realize the futility of your rather silly attempts, but you persisted, apparently angied by my rejection of your overtures, which, undoubtedly, fell flat on the far less than fertile soil of our relationship.

So while all the answers you have been trying to pull out of me with yout hot iron pliers have been in plain view all this time, your anger blinded your eyes, better than a fistful of sand, and with that sand still in your eyes you kept charghing, pushing forward like a mad bull, instead of simply reading what's already there, on that dirty table covered with broken teeth and tears, unfinished legs of lamb and spilled wine, and instead of simply stepping back, wiping the table clean and allowing your mind some simple exercise you insisted in the very kind of obnoxious behavior that's got you where you now are in the first place. The drunk hooker under the table is smiling at you with her broken tooth smile, she is lifting her skirt, inviting you to an orgy the likes of which you have probably not seen in your life, and I am sitting here, smiling from my corner, sipping my cheap beer and fantasizing about life among smart, intelligent and sensitive people who take their time to learn subject and create their own scale of values before jumping with both feet onto the shaky table with that hooker under it, in order to do their dance, with the sole goal being letting out their frustration, the frustration that the hooker could have cured in five long minutes, and that yoru hot irons could do nothing about.

Ну ни хера не понял...




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