Oh my. Wow. Just wow.
Once upon a time I held a certain opinion of SA. My Partisan Meter was in the high range. My Whack Job Meter registered (depending on the exact thread) somewhere in the medium area. And my Skeevy Meter usually twitched around someplace below the half way mark. He was sometimes entertaining, in a “what kind of creepy bug is that, anyway?” kind of way. After the above quoted post (not to discount others in this thread and the other thread, most of which I have been unable to force myself to read) my opinion has changed.
My Partisan Meter reads basically the same, as I’ve seen only the usual amount of misplaced blame directed at SA’s favorite “Librul” targets. (Again, I may have missed something, but I’m not gonna read any more of his nonsense to find out.) But now my Whack Job Meter has bent past the peg and continues to spin uncontrollably around the dial, actually creating a small, inrushing vortex of SA-Crazy as it does so. I’ve had to put a bucket over it until a technician with protective gear arrives. And my Skeevy Meter has snapped off the peg, spun at near light speed, shattered its cover glass, and finally exploded into a huge cloud of disgust particles which are settling everywhere around my desk. What a mess!
Really, SA, you’re beyond the fart in the punch bowl, or the giant steaming turdpile in the parlor. You’re like some disgusting vermin with a positive self image, too stupid and too self important to remain underneath the rock that might charitably hide you from observers. You scuttle out and make your loathsome comments in the clear light of day when you would be better off inscribing them in your most secret diary. And then burning the diary.
You have in the past displayed yourself to be astoundingly and overpoweringly impervious to fact and to reason. You always (well, maybe there was one exception somewhere, sometime, but I’m not really expecting contradiction here) present your own fantasies and apocryphal stories (it’s hard to tell which is what) as factual evidence, and cling rigidly to them in the face of all actual proof to the contrary, even embellishing and expanding upon your fictions as if your ever more fevered imaginings were the same as finding supportive cites. You’ve taken such to a whole new level in this very thread. Hell, you’ve carried it to a whole new universe.
In point of fact, you’ve repeatedly rejected using actual cites as not being to your liking, condemning them (as I believe I correctly recall) in favor of your own “life experience”. No surprise really, since on the rare occasions you’ve offered a cite it has turned out to make a case opposite to whatever you thought it was proving.
You might be a troll, but I think instead that you are profoundly disturbed. Your ongoing and logarithmically increasing apologia for pedophilia makes that clear. I’ve known a few people in my life whose world view was as much at odds with objective reality as yours. Luckily for them, they were undergoing intensive psychological therapy. You might consider doing the same. Or you might not.
I’ll not use the ‘ignore’ feature because I have my own right here, called a scroll wheel. I’m sure I will still take an occasional glance at your demented maunderings, and might even get out my poking stick (the one I use to turn piles of excrement in the yard) once in a while when it suits my fancy. I can sometimes enjoy a chortle at the people on Jerry Springer just like most people, although not as a steady diet. But I will be careful to put on my rubber gloves first. Because now you thoroughly disgust me.