On Sat, 23 Nov 2002, Curt Cloninger wrote:

> biliana dimitrova
> [bulgaria, denmark, france, D.C., japan, …]

Uhm, Curt Cloniger, avoid involving other humans
than me in the issue. You've so far listed 3
individuals who are not I.

Shall I repost your idiotic imbecile 'private' correspondence
during which you have attempted to harrass others, and when refused
now are feeling bitchy + stung, hence feeling justified in acting
like an asshole?

Leave my acquaintances out of this, idiot.

On Sun, 24 Nov 2002, Curt Cloninger wrote:

> petulant

Projection.

> pseudonymous

Idiot Polizei.

> neo-gnostic

Projection + attempting to debase gnosticism (which you have
never been in contact with, nor competent to talk about).

> extropian

Projection.

> anarchist type

Projection. Lazt thing 'we' are is anarchist, esp. considering
that you attempt to present adherence to genuine order +
self-discipline as petulance. Indolent + arrogant hideous monkey.

> seeks

You approached us, idiota. We 'seek' no-thing + no-one.

> frisky perturbed

Cheap projectionist jabs. Frisky = Cloniger. Sexually immature +
inept, as evidenced by your murderous brute behavior.

> sparring partner for inane public mailing list bout.

Describing yourself you are. Until you deal with your ego
all you can tal about is yourself.

> must enjoy smug condescension,

Revealing your actual state is not condescension, dearest.
The only one condescending here is you, and you are because
you are incapable of actin outside of that ego-mask supported
by self-importance / self-pity crutch that holdz the entire facade
of 'my name is, i live here, i do this, i'm wise + intelligent'
drivel idiocy.

> naughty name-calling

Sorry dearest, I don't engage in name-calling. Nor is my behavior
'naughty'. Keep your sado-masochistic fantasies (also controlling
as attempting to push 'emotional buttons') to yourself.
There is no aggression in my words either, nor any emotional
charges ta alland whatsoever. Only the idiot confuses energetic
presence avec aggression.

> (grrr!), and
> talking to a brick wall. serious inquiries only.

Laughable. After failed attempts at 'private' extortions,
the ape has gone on a 'public' hunt, and when revealed as what is,
has attempted to string a list of egotistiacl projections about itself
as properties of 'the other' in an impotent attempt at character
assassination, only so that it can cover up itz publically
revealed ARSE.

The princessa-ego has accosted us. It has demanded ego-identification.
It has attempted to present itself as 'us' and has DEMANDED that we act
like it. When failed 'commanding': next tactic: abrogate responsibility
by saying that itz behavior is that of the other.

WE are not you_, Curt. Keep your ego-idiocy to yourself.

> "our band could be your life
> real names'd be proof
> me and mike watt played for years
> punk rock changed our lives"

As if. Reciting other apes' drivel = meaningless, flat abr. emotive
SLOGANS, the herd incites itzelf + justifies its violent murderous
behavior in feeling 'good + righteous' after attempting to kill +
feed.

Demonstrative idiocy continued:

> make filter >> from/contains: death@zaphod.terminal.org >> transfer to
> trash

I know I know. If humans whom youaccost refuse to obey your orders
you attempt to make them feel bad by 'rejecting' them.

What a shame you fail to understand that you only isolate yourself
from the unpalatable truth about what you really are (+ bury
yourself in self-delusion) + fail to grasp that your presence
was never WANTED to begin with (as the ego can only relate to others
by means of accept-reject, like / dislike narcissus self/reflective
'courtship' idiocy–and much like a spurned teenage girl you
run off to your room slamming the door in the face of a universe
which will NOT court you, and in fact does not CARE about you,
a universe which acts through the core of each_ human.

MWA. We hope you enjoy your filter.

Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <death@zaphod.terminal.org>:
>
> MWA. We hope you enjoy your filter.
>
>

The door, it closes. But I am still here to comfort you my friend. An
appropriate place for the dead, n'est pas?

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On Sun, 24 Nov 2002, Curt Cloninger wrote:

> petulant

Projection.

> pseudonymous

Idiot Polizei.

> neo-gnostic

Projection + attempting to debase gnosticism (which you have
never been in contact with, nor competent to talk about).

> extropian

Projection.

> anarchist type

Projection. Lazt thing 'we' are is anarchist, esp. considering
that you attempt to present adherence to genuine order +
self-discipline as petulance. Indolent + arrogant hideous monkey.

> seeks

You approached us, idiota. We 'seek' no-thing + no-one.

> frisky perturbed

Cheap projectionist jabs. Frisky = Cloniger. Sexually immature +
inept, as evidenced by your murderous brute behavior.

> sparring partner for inane public mailing list bout.

Describing yourself you are. Until you deal with your ego
all you can tal about is yourself.

> must enjoy smug condescension,

Revealing your actual state is not condescension, dearest.
The only one condescending here is you, and you are because
you are incapable of actin outside of that ego-mask supported
by self-importance / self-pity crutch that holdz the entire facade
of 'my name is, i live here, i do this, i'm wise + intelligent'
drivel idiocy.

> naughty name-calling

Sorry dearest, I don't engage in name-calling. Nor is my behavior
'naughty'. Keep your sado-masochistic fantasies (also controlling
as attempting to push 'emotional buttons') to yourself.
There is no aggression in my words either, nor any emotional
charges ta alland whatsoever. Only the idiot confuses energetic
presence avec aggression.

> (grrr!), and
> talking to a brick wall. serious inquiries only.

Laughable. After failed attempts at 'private' extortions,
the ape has gone on a 'public' hunt, and when revealed as what is,
has attempted to string a list of egotistiacl projections about itself
as properties of 'the other' in an impotent attempt at character
assassination, only so that it can cover up itz publically
revealed ARSE.

The princessa-ego has accosted us. It has demanded ego-identification.
It has attempted to present itself as 'us' and has DEMANDED that we act
like it. When failed 'commanding': next tactic: abrogate responsibility
by saying that itz behavior is that of the other.

WE are not you_, Curt. Keep your ego-idiocy to yourself.

> "our band could be your life
> real names'd be proof
> me and mike watt played for years
> punk rock changed our lives"

As if. Reciting other apes' drivel = meaningless, flat abr. emotive
SLOGANS, the herd incites itzelf + justifies its violent murderous
behavior in feeling 'good + righteous' after attempting to kill +
feed.

Demonstrative idiocy continued:

> make filter >> from/contains: death@zaphod.terminal.org >> transfer to
> trash

I know I know. If humans whom youaccost refuse to obey your orders
you attempt to make them feel bad by 'rejecting' them.

What a shame you fail to understand that you only isolate yourself
from the unpalatable truth about what you really are (+ bury
yourself in self-delusion) + fail to grasp that your presence
was never WANTED to begin with (as the ego can only relate to others
by means of accept-reject, like / dislike narcissus self/reflective
'courtship' idiocy–and much like a spurned teenage girl you
run off to your room slamming the door in the face of a universe
which will NOT court you, and in fact does not CARE about you,
a universe which acts through the core of each_ human.

MWA. We hope you enjoy your filter.



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INEZ: Well, what are you waiting for? Do as you're told. What a lovely scene:
coward Garcin holding baby-killer Estelle in his manly arms! Make your stakes,
everyone. Will coward Garcin kiss the lady, or won't he dare? What's the
betting? I'm watching you, everybody's watching, I'm a crowd all by myself. Do
you hear the crowd? Do you hear them muttering, Garcin? "Coward!Coward!"
—that's what they're saying…It's no use trying to escape, I'll never let
you go. What do you hope to get from her silly lips? Forgetfulness? But I
shan't forget you, not I! "It's I you must convince." So come to me. I'm
waiting. Come along, now…Look how obedient he is, like a well-trained dog who
comes when his mistress calls. You can't hold him, and you never will.

GARCIN: Will night never come?

INEZ: Never.

GARCIN: You will always see me?

INEZ: Always.

GARCIN: This bronze. Yes, now's the moment; I'm looking at this thing on the
mantelpiece, and I understand that I'm in hell. I tell you, everything's been
thoughtout beforehand. They knew I'd stand at the fireplace stroking this thing
of bronze, with all those eyes intent on me. Devouring me. What? Only two of
you? I thought there were more; many more. So this is hell. I'd never have
believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire
and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for
red-hot pokers. HELL IS–OTHER PEOPLE!

ESTELLE: My darling! Please-

GARCIN: No, let me be. She is between us. I cannot love you when she's
watching.

ESTELLE: Right! In that case, I'll stop her watching. (She picks up the PAPER
knife and stabs Inez several times.)

INEZ: But, you crazy creature, what do you think you're doing? You know quite
well I'm dead.

ESTELLE: Dead?

INEZ: Dead! Dead! Dead! Knives, poison, ropes–useless. It has happened
already, do you understand? Once and for all. SO here we are, forever.

ESTELLE: Forever. My God, how funny! Forever.

GARCIN: For ever, and ever, and ever.

(A long silence.)

GARCIN: Well, well, let's get on with it…

Huis Clos (no exit) by JP Sartre

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Quoting Curt Cloninger <curt@lab404.com>:

> Hours later the Un-man began to speak. It did not even look Ransom's
> direction; slowly and cumbrously, as if by some machinery that needed
> oiling, it made its mouth and lips pronounce his name.
>
> "Ransom," it said.
>
> "Well?" said Ransom.
>
> "Nothing," said the Un-man. He shot an inquisitive glance at it.
> Was the creature mad? But it looked, as before, dead rather than
> mad, sitting there with the head bowed and the mouth a little open,
> and some yellow dust from the moss settled in the creases of its
> cheeks, and the legs crossed tailor-wise, and the hands, with their
> long metallic-looking nails, pressed flat together on the ground
> before it. He dismissed the problem from his mind and returned to
> his own uncomfortable thoughts.
>
> "Ransom," it said again.
>
> "What is it?" said Ransom sharply.
>
> "Nothing," it answered.
>
> Again there was silence, and again, about a minute later, the
> horrible mouth said:
>
> "Ransom!" This time he made no reply. Another minute and it uttered
> his name again; and then, like a minute gun, "Ransom . . . Ransom . .
> . Ransom," perhaps a hundred times.
>
> "What the Hell do you want?" he roared at last.
>
> "Nothing," said the voice. Next time he determined not to answer;
> but when it had called on him a thousand times he found himself
> answering whether he would or no, and "Nothing," came the reply. He
> taught himself to keep silent in the end: not that the torture of
> resisting his impulst to speak was less than the torture of response
> but because something within him rose up to combat the tormentor's
> assurance that he must yield in the end. If the attack had been of
> some more violent kind it might have been easier to resist. What
> chilled and almost cowed him was the union of malice with something
> nearly childish. For temptation, for blasphemy, for a whole battery
> of horrors, he was in some sort prepared: but hardly for tihs petty,
> indefatigable nagging as of a nasty little boy at a preparatory
> school. Indeed no imagined horror could have surpassed the sense
> which grew within him as the slow hours passed, that this creature
> was, by all human standards, inside out – its heart on the surface
> and its shallowness at the heart. On the surface, great designs and
> an antagonism to Heaven which involved the fate of worlds: but deep
> within, when every veil had been pierced, was there, after all,
> nothing but a black puerility, an aimless empty spitefulness content
> to sate itself with the tiniest cruelties, as love does not disdain
> the smallest kindness? What kept him steady, long after all
> possibility of thinking about something else had disappeared, was the
> decision that if he must hear either the word Ransom or the word
> Nothing a million times, he would prefer the world Ransom…
>
> Then all at once it was night. "Ransom . . . Ransom . . . Ransom . .
> . Ransom" went on the voice. And suddenly it crossed his mind that
> though he would some time requre sleep, the Un-man might not."
>
> - c.s. lewis, perelandra, 1944
>
> ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
>
>
>
> At 3:45 PM +0000 11/24/02, joseph (yes) wrote:
> >Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <death@zaphod.terminal.org>:
> > >
> > > MWA. We hope you enjoy your filter.
> > >
> > >
> >
> >The door, it closes. But I am still here to comfort you my friend. An
> >appropriate place for the dead, n'est pas?
> >
> >joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
> >frank + lyn - mc + El + roy
> >
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Quoting Curt Cloninger <curt@lab404.com>:

> http://www.ongoing-tales.com/SERIALS/oldtime/FAIRYTALES/tarbaby.html
>
> which reminds me, we got the all you can eat at Country Vittles in
> Maggie Valley the other day, and it was quite tasty.
>
>
> At 9:28 PM +0000 11/24/02, joseph (yes) wrote:
> >INEZ: Well, what are you waiting for? Do as you're told. What a lovely
> scene:
> >coward Garcin holding baby-killer Estelle in his manly arms! Make your
> stakes,
> >everyone. Will coward Garcin kiss the lady, or won't he dare? What's the
> >betting? I'm watching you, everybody's watching, I'm a crowd all by myself.
> Do
> >you hear the crowd? Do you hear them muttering, Garcin? "Coward!Coward!"
> >—that's what they're saying…It's no use trying to escape, I'll never let
> >you go. What do you hope to get from her silly lips? Forgetfulness? But I
> >shan't forget you, not I! "It's I you must convince." So come to me. I'm
> >waiting. Come along, now…Look how obedient he is, like a
> >well-trained dog who
> >comes when his mistress calls. You can't hold him, and you never will.
> >
> >GARCIN: Will night never come?
> >
> >INEZ: Never.
> >
> >GARCIN: You will always see me?
> >
> >INEZ: Always.
> >
> >GARCIN: This bronze. Yes, now's the moment; I'm looking at this thing on the
> >mantelpiece, and I understand that I'm in hell. I tell you, everything's
> been
> >thoughtout beforehand. They knew I'd stand at the fireplace stroking
> >this thing
> >of bronze, with all those eyes intent on me. Devouring me. What? Only two of
> >you? I thought there were more; many more. So this is hell. I'd never have
> >believed it. You remember all we were told about the
> >torture-chambers, the fire
> >and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for
> >red-hot pokers. HELL IS–OTHER PEOPLE!
> >
> >ESTELLE: My darling! Please-
> >
> >GARCIN: No, let me be. She is between us. I cannot love you when she's
> >watching.
> >
> >ESTELLE: Right! In that case, I'll stop her watching. (She picks up the
> PAPER
> >knife and stabs Inez several times.)
> >
> >INEZ: But, you crazy creature, what do you think you're doing? You know
> quite
> >well I'm dead.
> >
> >ESTELLE: Dead?
> >
> >INEZ: Dead! Dead! Dead! Knives, poison, ropes–useless. It has happened
> >already, do you understand? Once and for all. SO here we are, forever.
> >
> >ESTELLE: Forever. My God, how funny! Forever.
> >
> >GARCIN: For ever, and ever, and ever.
> >
> >(A long silence.)
> >
> >GARCIN: Well, well, let's get on with it…
> >
> >Huis Clos (no exit) by JP Sartre
> >
> >joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
> >frank + lyn - mc + El + roy
> >
> >go shopping -> http://www.electrichands.com/shopindex.htm
> >call me 646 279 2309
> >
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> >
> >
> >
> >
> >Quoting Curt Cloninger <curt@lab404.com>:
> >
> > > Hours later the Un-man began to speak. It did not even look Ransom's
> > > direction; slowly and cumbrously, as if by some machinery that needed
> > > oiling, it made its mouth and lips pronounce his name.
> > >
> > > "Ransom," it said.
> > >
> > > "Well?" said Ransom.
> > >
> > > "Nothing," said the Un-man. He shot an inquisitive glance at it.
> > > Was the creature mad? But it looked, as before, dead rather than
> > > mad, sitting there with the head bowed and the mouth a little open,
> > > and some yellow dust from the moss settled in the creases of its
> > > cheeks, and the legs crossed tailor-wise, and the hands, with their
> > > long metallic-looking nails, pressed flat together on the ground
> > > before it. He dismissed the problem from his mind and returned to
> > > his own uncomfortable thoughts.
> > >
> > > "Ransom," it said again.
> > >
> > > "What is it?" said Ransom sharply.
> > >
> > > "Nothing," it answered.
> > >
> > > Again there was silence, and again, about a minute later, the
> > > horrible mouth said:
> > >
> > > "Ransom!" This time he made no reply. Another minute and it uttered
> > > his name again; and then, like a minute gun, "Ransom . . . Ransom . .
> > > . Ransom," perhaps a hundred times.
> > >
> > > "What the Hell do you want?" he roared at last.
> > >
> > > "Nothing," said the voice. Next time he determined not to answer;
> > > but when it had called on him a thousand times he found himself
> > > answering whether he would or no, and "Nothing," came the reply. He
> > > taught himself to keep silent in the end: not that the torture of
> > > resisting his impulst to speak was less than the torture of response
> > > but because something within him rose up to combat the tormentor's
> > > assurance that he must yield in the end. If the attack had been of
> > > some more violent kind it might have been easier to resist. What
> > > chilled and almost cowed him was the union of malice with something
> > > nearly childish. For temptation, for blasphemy, for a whole battery
> > > of horrors, he was in some sort prepared: but hardly for tihs petty,
> > > indefatigable nagging as of a nasty little boy at a preparatory
> > > school. Indeed no imagined horror could have surpassed the sense
> > > which grew within him as the slow hours passed, that this creature
> > > was, by all human standards, inside out – its heart on the surface
> > > and its shallowness at the heart. On the surface, great designs and
> > > an antagonism to Heaven which involved the fate of worlds: but deep
> > > within, when every veil had been pierced, was there, after all,
> > > nothing but a black puerility, an aimless empty spitefulness content
> > > to sate itself with the tiniest cruelties, as love does not disdain
> > > the smallest kindness? What kept him steady, long after all
> > > possibility of thinking about something else had disappeared, was the
> > > decision that if he must hear either the word Ransom or the word
> > > Nothing a million times, he would prefer the world Ransom…
> > >
> > > Then all at once it was night. "Ransom . . . Ransom . . . Ransom . .
> > > . Ransom" went on the voice. And suddenly it crossed his mind that
> > > though he would some time requre sleep, the Un-man might not."
> > >
> > > - c.s. lewis, perelandra, 1944
> > >
> > > ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > At 3:45 PM +0000 11/24/02, joseph (yes) wrote:
> > > >Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <death@zaphod.terminal.org>:
> > > > >
> > > > > MWA. We hope you enjoy your filter.
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > >
> > > >The door, it closes. But I am still here to comfort you my friend. An
> > > >appropriate place for the dead, n'est pas?
> > > >
> > > >joseph (cor e form art) + (porat per ance ist)
> > > >frank + lyn - mc + El + roy
> > > >
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> > > >call me 646 279 2309
> > > >
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On Sun, 24 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:

> The door, it closes.

Laughable. Curt Cloninger is not a 'door' to anything.
Avoid attempting to misplace the intent of my words with
some wishful derogatory commentary on your part.

The 'door' I was referring to, is Curt's closing off
from reality into his own narcissistic shell.

> But I am still here to comfort you my friend.

I am not your friend Joseph dearest.

Nor do I require any comfort, despite your attempts at condescending
pity everso-blindly attempting to project your own_ victim status onto
me.


> An appropriate place for the dead, n'est pas?

If you want to see the dead dearest, take a look at yourself
and Herr Cloniger. Rotting dead in the narcissistic shells
of your body.

Avoid attemptin to project some sort of 'doomed' state oto me, dearest.

I am nowhere near misery, unlike you.

Now open your eyes and hear this again: you're an empty
egotistical shell, dragging its pitiful existence to its natural end.

Your psychotic faux-emotional posturing is a simple
monotone chord : self-importance / self-pity.

The sad voice of one who's lost the game, and cannot stand to have it
pointed out in public.

On Sun, 24 Nov 2002, Curt Cloninger wrote:

It's too bad that whatever you decide to knee-jerk with from your brain
is only reflective of you, and not I, Curt.

Your behavior has been one continuous attempt to IMPOSE your own
myopic delusional narcissistic desires onto reality, starting with
'private discussions'

screaming 'game over'

idiotic public hunts

slamming of doors

and now, like the rest of weakling apes, you fancy that
you shall filter out the RESPONSE of reality and that way
in your CATATONIC SAFE GLASS PRISON YOU GET THE LAST WORD.

CALM DOWN my ego, it'z all under control.

The world is as my brain dictates it to be. Really. Really.

Ha ha.

On Sun, 24 Nov 2002, Curt Cloninger wrote:

> http://www.ongoing-tales.com/SERIALS/oldtime/FAIRYTALES/tarbaby.html
>
> which reminds me, we got the all you can eat at Country Vittles in
> Maggie Valley the other day, and it was quite tasty.

Tzzt. The wounded self-importance seeks reinforcement + support
in resonance in another.

After some meaningless gesticulation, the apes stick together
in slavery to their egos thusly relinquishing their freedom
evenmore.

Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <death@zaphod.terminal.org>:

> After some meaningless gesticulation, the apes stick together
> in slavery to their egos thusly relinquishing their freedom
> evenmore.

It is called community, and you can neither stand against it nor exist without
it. To achieve freedom, you must balance individual concerns with social
concerns, else you are a slave to yourself or a slave to others.

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On Mon, 25 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:

> It is called community

No dearest. It's alled ego-ammalgamation.
Actual communities haven't existed amon humans for quite some time.

> and you can neither stand against it nor exist without
> it.

Meaningless knee-jerk slogan drivel of the idiotic ape.

> To achieve freedom,

You're not capable of speaking about freedom.

> you must balance individual concerns with social
> concerns, e

Meaningless idiotic drivel + dictatorial programmatic
attempt to force one's ego onto others.

> else you are a slave to yourself or a slave to others.

I am neither a slave, nor a slave to others,
nor does this COMMUNITY that you speak of EXIST.

You are simply perpetuating slavery and attempting topeddle it as
wisdom.

And your self-importance won't let you up on this one WILL IT?

You WILL continue peddling your programmatic egotistical
idiocy as WISDOM about FREEDOM to other humans even though
you'renot only incapable of achieving yours, but have
also destroyed that chance for yourself, won't you?

Take a good look at yourself Joseph: a needy, empty, psychotic
ego-shell, hammering away at others + attempting to feed
on their life force.

Tzzt. How many attempt to peddle this psychological murder as ART?

Quoting "-IID42 Kandinskij @27+" <death@zaphod.terminal.org>:

> I am neither a slave, nor a slave to others,
> nor does this COMMUNITY that you speak of EXIST.


The more cynical you become the more a slave of yourself you become. You
should destroy the fortress you have built.

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On Mon, 25 Nov 2002, joseph (yes) wrote:

> > I am neither a slave, nor a slave to others,
> > nor does this COMMUNITY that you speak of EXIST.
>
>
> The more cynical you become the more a slave of yourself you become.

Too bad there isn't an OUNCE of cynicism in the above statement.
It is an ACCURATE and PRECISE STATEMENT.

Avoid projecting your derogatory wishful myopic misinterpretations
onto me, and attempting to HOIST your EGO on that basis,
and attempting to PASS that as INSIGHT.

You're simply a n egotistical paraisite.

> You should destroy the fortress you have built.

Meaningless dictatorial projectionist drivel.

Avoid attempting to peddle your ego as teaching about relationships
you idiotic twit.

On Mon, 25 Nov 2002, Curt Cloninger wrote:

> Joseph,
>
> Homette is a body-hater.

Sorry I am not a female, nor homette. Hardly am I a body-hater.
Keep your idiotoc misinterpretations of my behavior to yourself.
And really, do avoid_ attempting to get the 'final word'
by censoring the other.

> she's a post-human gnostic.

I am neither a she, nor post-human, nor gnostic.

> Gnostics thought the body was corrupt,

Uh, not really.

> Christianity teaches redemption of the body. Indeed, we will have
> new and glorified bodies hereafter (they'll be radically changed, but
> "bodies" they will be). So you've got spirit, soul, and body, with
> the body as the caboose. The idea is not to severe the body from the
> whole package, but to yield the body to God and thereby have him
> redeem it. Christ came in the flesh, and that incarnation was a
> redemptive act, a buying back. Our bodies are subject to the fall
> and are decaying, so God uses them to humble us, to remind us of our
> dependence on him.

That's absolutely NOT what Christianity teaches.

> So the body is a great equalizer.

There is no great equalizer dearest.

> You may think you're omniscient and omnipresent,

Omniscience and omnipresence are not subject to thinking.

> but you're actually sitting in some physical location typing into a machine.

Ah the reality is a dumbed down flat identification with the body.
Fortunately, reality is totally not under control of your brain-chatter.

> Online, you can pretend whatever you like, but at the end of the day,
> you've still got to feed your face, go to the bathroom, sleep, etc.

Absolutely not true. One can exist for extended periods of time without
food, and without sleep. The body has ways of (re)generating energy
directly from the environment, and this has been done in practice
by not one human. Of course, this is also a volitional act.

> Your body isn't all of you, but it is 1/3 of you, and the other 2/3
> is all enmeshed with it. Victory then is not to escape the body.

You know nothin of victory dearest.

> You can't escape it, nor were you meant to.

Being not human hasn't got anything to do with 'escaping the body'.
So here is Curt throwing in his myopic infantile misinterpretations
of what is written even though he is lliterate, and having totally
ignored the source, proceeds to acta s if HE is the accurate
representation of the source and then to criticize! Can you POSSIBLY
get more delusional?

> So you'll never call anybody into human accountability online if they
> choose to deny it, because their body ain't "there." This
> disembodied game is fun to play, but in the end, their spirit dwells
> in their body somewhere.

Oh look. An expert on where the spirit dwells.
Too bad what you write is incorrect.

> You can lift your skinny fists like
> antennas to heaven, but it's still heaven, and they're still your
> skinny fists. (Unless you're a demon, in which case you are indeed
> disembodied, but now you have a whole host of other problems to deal
> with.)

An expert on heaven and demons too!
Nice to have ignorant idiots peddling their myopic delusions
as expertise on religion!

> Ultimately, the proof is in the pudding.

Ultimately, there are no proofs love. Reality is not subject to evide
nce. Proof operates in the brain Reality is simply not accessible or
controllable by it.

> The path of her secret knowledge

I am not a she dearest. Nor have you ever been NEAR my path
(only point of contact has been a single e-mail in which you
attempted to enforce your ignorance as truth, and subsequent flaming)

> leads me to become some sort of Nietzschean superhero,

My path is nothin of the sort dearest.

> gallantly defying the confines of community,

nor am I 'defying' things which dont exist.

> one against the world,

Nor am I 'againt the world'.

> meticulously psycho-analyzing every last thing to death,

Nor do I engage in psycho-analyzation.

> with the "truth" of my position

There is no 'my position' about what I do dearest. Avoid
attempting to reduce my statements to opinions.

> made evident by my accurate assessment of
> other's faults and motives,

Which is nothing tha I amdoing.

> the adamance of my assertions,

Nor have I made any assertions dearest, no matter how much
you beat your skinny little fists that I have.

> and the sheer persistence of my posts.

No dearest. The above is simply your myopic projections onto
anothers behavior.

> I must be ever deflecting and never receiving.

Drivel.

> I get to be anti-occidental,

What is this idiocy Curt? I am not NN.
I am not 'anti-occidental'. I have never made any 'anti-occidental'
statements and have on several occasions pointed out NN's imbecility
on the subject matter.

> debasing,

Do not engarfe in debasing behavior.

> and humorless to boot.

Your behavior is not funny. C'est tout.


> Above all, I'm obliged to not care about you one whit.

??

> And all of this must happen on a mediated network of machines.


What are you talking about you idiot?

> I need guard my real world identity in these online communities, lest
> it be discovered that I actually work at McDonald's,

Yes that MUST be it. You must allow your privacy invaded OR
you must be hiding something about how one makes money.
Our world revolves around Cloniger's white middle class attitude :)

> or don't work at all,

The horror.

> or anything else that would equate me with the rest of the human
> family.

There is no 'human family' dearest. And humans are simply not_ equal.
REGARDLESS of their jobs.

> I need play down the merit of such real world
> accountability.

"Jobs" are not real world accountabilty. Nor am I playing down
any such. You're simply attempting to invade my privacy.

> Thus I can present myself virtually virtuous [an
> easy enough thing] without ever having to make my whole self (body,
> soul, and spirit, 24/7) virtuous [a much more sticky proposition].

I am not virtually virtuous my dearest.
Furthermore you're reducing consciousness as some sort of
competitive sport which one must PROVE to others.


> I have to keep posting, not to win or be thought right (because I
> already think I'm right and don't need anyone to declare me right),
> but to "exist" in the ethereal way that I fancy. And yet back at my
> body the blood keeps pumping.

Meaningless debasory projectorial drivel.


And why is that? Because Curt cannot stand that his opinions are simply
nonsense, and because his self-importance got smacked very apropos.

So what does Curt do? Slam the door, and behind the safety of
this 'shield' spews forth ridiculous rumors which are neither
reflective of me, nor accurate with one simple goal:

MURDER.

Spaek to my face not behind my back idiot.