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Tuesday, April 4, 2006

Reality Check

Well, that was odd. How frankly inappropriate. One does not pour out the bile of one's heart, in public forums. There is decorum, to consider. And there is a point when honesty, if it was honesty, becomes maudlin self-indulgence. Maybe this "Jack H" imagines that his is the only suffering there has ever been - if he knows anything at all of real suffering. Maybe he imagines that he is owed a carefree life, for all his assurances to the contrary. I call in immaturity.

Yes, I believe "M" (as "J" is pleased to call him - and believe me, Miroslav, I think it is a pathetic affectation on his part) called it right. "Well written angst." It should be clear to all that this "J" thinks he is ever-so-clever a writer. My, how polished, his prose - how, shall we say, considered. I can just see him, hunched over his keyboard ... oh, no, opening up his thesaurus, tongue half out. Scribbler. Hardly the sort of writing that pours spontaneously from a grieving heart. Like tattooed tears - Oh, look at me and my eternal pain! What a poser. Boo hoo for "J", the saddest little boy in the world.

If you go in for that sort of thing. Manipulation, I mean. Bare-faced, cynical manipulation. Such a bag of rhetorical tricks he uses. The careful repetition of phrases, building intensity - pseudo-intensity. The poetic devices of consonance and whatnot - I really enjoyed this: "Tomorrow I could take one last shuddering breath, let go a slow silent sigh before I succumb to the darkness and despair that grips at my heart and crushes my chest." Yes, "J" - why don't you do us all a favor, and do just that. Take your repeated esses and dees and cees, and take a wobbly woeful walk away. Alwight?

But he seems to be over it, now. As much as it is possible, to be over whatever trauma it is that has so unhinged him, if any. He must be a very weak man. After all, what do men do? They get over it. But not "J" - oh no, too precious, his unhappiness. It must be treasured. Hey, tell you what, "J" - here's an idea: why don't you write one of your soulful poems that everyone thinks is so wonderful - or maybe they think you're a fool. You couldn't tell the difference anyway. Yeah, write a "poem", and then burn it and shut the hell up, because nobody wants to hear from you. Get it, "J"?


X

10 comments:

Jack H said...

You know, "X" - you cowardly little turd - you ought to just keep your nasty ravings to yourself. You weren’t invited here and you are not welcome. And you wouldn't recognize honesty if heaven opened up and angels sang it to you. I don't know why I should bother explaining this to you … well, yes, I do – it’s not for you, it’s for anyone else, any normal, decent, non-poisonous person who reads your hateful rantings.

Here’s the thing, “X” – sometimes people are in a vulnerable place, get it, you insensitive pig? You are not the Keeper Of All That Is Appropriate. Normal people share their feelings once in a while. It’s called communication, and if you had been born to a human mother, instead of falling out of a pig’s ass, you’d have known that. It isn’t for you to judge whether or not I have ever had some pain. Genius, everyone has pain. I think it’s just about the lowest thing there is, to mock someone for feeling it. You’re pathetic.

If I express myself with more rhythm than most people, how the hell is that your business? If I spent my youth reading rather than picking my nose like you did, well maybe that shaped the way I express myself. Get it, stupid? You pick out one sentence and mock it all to hell. Listen, jerk, I just wrote it, I didn’t plan it. I’ve got an IQ that’s twice yours, and I don’t have to open up a thesaurus to figure out how to speak. It’s very easy to call something that makes you uncomfortable, “maudlin” – did you think of that all by yourself, or open up a thesaurus to find it? – but try turning a clever phrase against your own nasty self. Nothing easier, than to attack, but I don’t hear anything coming from you except noise.

You have a gift for invective, but I don’t think there’s anything insincere in what I write. You don’t like it, you don’t have to read it. But don’t come back. You are not welcome.


J

Yeah, that’s right, asshole. J

Anonymous said...

Yes, "J" - how very mature. You must have an anal fixation, along with your other manifest mental problems. But I would have expected a better defense from someone as self-absorbed as you are. This is the best you can do? "People have pain"? You read books when you were even more immature than you are? - if such a thing is possible? Nancy Drew? Some I'm "stupid" and a "genius". Oh, really, brilliant. And my mother wears army boots. Oh, wait, I don't have a mother, do I. I fell out of a pig's ass. That's your analysis - with the emphasis on anal.

I'll drop by anytime I feel like it. You get that, don't you? "Feel"? It's what you do so well. The master of pain. Why don't you open up a bondage shop, if you love your pain so much? You can spend some time whipping other people along with yourself. I mean, people other than Moslems and immigrants. We get the idea, about how much you hate them.

So I'm confused now. ARe you supposed to be a christian? Or just an armchair theologian. Because I don't see too much love in you, and wasn't your Jesus supposed to be all about love? But don't bother answering. It would just be self-serving lies anyway. You are good, I admit it, at making yourself sound right. Maybe someday if you keep trying you'll actually be right.

X

Jack H said...

I wasn't going to bother to respond. I mean, what a waste of time. But why not. So, X - or should I say, "some" X - while it is true that I lapsed into the idiom of vulgarity, you, with your piercing insight into the mysteries of communication, should understand that emotions shape diction. You have been completely out of line, and did manage to do what few can - you provoked me. If you have some legitimate complaint about my style or mode of expression, there is a much more civil way to express it, than by hacking into my site and attacking like a mad dog. Your disrespect for me is very very clear, but if you had any hope of actually influencing me for the positive, your method could not have been worse. But I don't believe you have any benevolent intent at all. I suspect you have some ulterior motive, some hidden ax to grind, and just want to cause unhappiness.

You talked about my having mental problems. That is as it may be. I don't claim to be without fault, but my conduct is generally upright, and what I write here is generally carefully considered. If I have failed in some measure, addressing that failure directly would be the appropriate mode of dealing with it. Rather than assaulting me, personally. I do not believe I make very many personal comments about myself, and those I do are generally meant to illustrate a broader point. That you take one of the few lapses into the strickly personal, and attempt to utterly annihilate me with your bitter diatribe, speaks volumes about your own character. In those instances when I have had a disargreement with someone here, in the comments, I thing a careful reader would conclude that my tone strives to be polite and fair-minded. You, sir or madame, clearly have made no effort whatsoever to be civil. This may not indicate a "mental problem," but it says little for your characer.

As for Jesus, I will certainly not enter into a discussion, under these circumstances. I commend you to the full body of the text of the Bible, rather than to the snippets with which you seem familiar. Jesus is not a cartoon character. That is all I have to say to you on the matter.

J

Anonymous said...

Well, "J" I just spend some time trolling through the sewer waters of your site, and I am even more distressed and disgusted than I imagined it was possible to be. Such a hodge-podge of contradictions and delusions, nobody has ever heard of before. No wonder hardly anyone comments. They read the first sentence of some insane posting, and click out post haste. Oh, you are a hard, hard man, "J" - very macho and impressive. I read where you imagine, or claim, you're some sort of athlete. I don't think intellectual masturbation is an Olympic event. So sorry. All that training, for nothing. I bet you're really some scrawny little wormy character, pockmarked and scoliotic, with wispy tufts of hair scattered over your scabby scalp. Oh, that was poetic! Go ahead and steal it. And while you're at it, just get a life. Loser.


X

Jack H said...

Please do not comment again.


J

Anonymous said...

Oh, the tough guy can't take it, eh? You're all for nuking the Arabs. You got no problem, uprooting hard working immigrants and ruining their lives. But you can't take the truth, if it isn't wrapped in pick lace and tied up with ribbons. Sort of a double standard, wouldn't you say? Not really consistant with that aura of rugged individualism you try so hard to project. But that's what we always knew, about you people. It's all an act. Phoney.


X

Anonymous said...

You there? Gave up. I win.


X

Miroslav said...

"I don't think intellectual masturbation is an Olympic event." - Nice.

Jack H said...

Well I know whose side you're on. Please do not comment again.



J

Jack H said...

Kidding. I was KIDDING! God, what a prima donna.


J