Hey all,
It seems that any form of contrition that I might offer here is going to be=
seen as artificial, and only part of a personalized soccer match. Since t=
his isn't my end, and I may wrongly feel that McElroy got personal long bef=
ore I did, I'm just dropping the subject as it isn't productive to anything=
. I've told him this.
I hope that everyone else feels that the agreement to disagree and to move =
on is the best thing, as it seems that no matter what I do, I will be seen =
as disingenuous whther I am or not, thus rendering me silent. This has got=
ten beyond any intellectual disagreement, and I don't believe iin personal =
battles online, which means that this went on far longer than it ever shoul=
d have.
I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
Patrick
Cupcakes and contrition.
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Quoting Patrick Lichty <[email protected]>:
> isn't my end, and I may wrongly feel that McElroy got personal long before I
> did, I'm just dropping the subject as it isn't productive to anything. I've
> told him this.
Prove it. I pulled quickly from my archives the personal statements you
attacked me with. My response comes from the martial arts, to respond with
brutal force. Essentially you got angry and lashed out with a limpid hand
because I had the audacity to question your friend Nino, these hard feelings
spilled over into this conversation that started with Ivan attacking our little
cupcake scenerio. Both of you were trying to cover harsh feelings with pretty
words and intellectual conceit. Your contrition has been a play for sympathy
from the audience for which you are performing. It had nothing to do with me.
You are dishonest. Now run for cover little birds.
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Joseph Franklyn McElroy
Cor[porat]e [Per]form[ance] Art[ist]
In a message dated 5/31/2002 11:23:26 AM Central Daylight Time,
[email protected] writes:
> Now run for cover little birds.
>
>
Hey this reminds me, I mowed the lawn yesterday. All them dandelions just
got flat whooped by my hype-ass power machine. Sparks were flyin out from
the air filter and the blade area when I hit a rock or two. Now the whole
community is out there chillin, lookin fine, sexy like the get go.
>
> Hey this reminds me, I mowed the lawn yesterday. All them dandelions just
> got flat whooped by my hype-ass power machine. Sparks were flyin out from
> the air filter and the blade area when I hit a rock or two. Now the whole
> community is out there chillin, lookin fine, sexy like the get go.
>
I remember fondly the days of mowing grass, using a weed wacker to get the last
little blades, the edger to make the lines straight. I lived in the country
once.
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Joseph Franklyn McElroy
Cor[porat]e [Per]form[ance] Art[ist]