Poet,
I am going to unignore Skeeter, because now I see that the ignore function should be reserved for the truly repulsive, like Jim Willie. My dear grandmother taught me that using vulgarities shows one's limitations. While I am perfectly capable of being crude, I choose not to be, for the most part. Jim Willie has to be one of the most limited and offensive people I have ever had the pleasure of not meeting. I am so very sorry that violence in his youth has so scarred him emotionally that he, apparently, cannot recover. Likewise I can feel sorry for a sick dog, until it bites, and then I just have to push it away. We must take the cards dealt us and try to grow, and mature, but JW is a perfect emotional bonsai. A dirty little five year old in a man's body, obsessed with his lil' privates, spewing potty mouth, and invective, calling tattle tale when he is reported. He is a pathetic learing lecher, recently retired, with nothing better to do than chase women in a rented Beamer, and watch what used to be a million dwindle. Can't buy as much "love" as he used to. I have to wonder if he has his own margin problems coloring his TA or if it is just bad. I couldn't do better, but neither am I holding myself out as an expert.
So, having said all this, I guess I'll just have to go play in the sandbox with Malloy, or run from rat traps, but I am fed up. Care to join me?
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