....and JTEM's been at it on the usenet for over 15 years!! Not all his
*memorable* fragments of frontal lobe's synapsal misfires are posted here.
I leave it up to whoever still has rational discernment, any semblage of
sanity left here, to judge for yourself whether Johnny is blithering nuts
or not. I mean, blitheringly, searingly, tragically, hopelessly,
pathetically...fuckin' off his lil' rocker. ROFL!!!!
Doc :))~
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I suppose that a psyshically, mentally & emotionally
handicapped loser like you must have many bad days.
Stick to dancing for your god.
Monkey, monkey, monkey....
You know you're a loser who has to hide behind
ever-changing sock puppets.
And I'm laughing at you.
Stick to dancing, monkey....
Oh, monkey, how you do try...
Sad little monkey... so desperately wants to have
conversations like people....
You were born to dance, monkey. Never forget that.
[---monkey feces---]
That's it, monkey, dance... dance for me... never
forget that you are a dancing monkey... that you
will never be anything but a dancing monkey...
Why don't you massage that ***** of your's, get it
all perky, pretend it's a ***** & put yourself out on
the line.
You're a frigging moron. Yes, a psycho too, but a
moron none the less. You can't form ideas, articulate
a position and defend it in an exchange against
humans that disagree. You've tried on occasion (to
some extent), but mostly you dive down into your
personal attacks.
Then again, what else can a mentally ill imbecile
do?
Wash,
That's it, monkey, dance for me... dance...
Since
Hush, little monkey. More dancing, less chatter.
Please
Silly monkey, FIRST you dance, THEN you get your
tasty banana...
Should be
Whatever. Tell someone else and, maybe, someday
they can tell me.
You weren't trained to talk properly, or even to type.
You, monkey, were trained to dance.
'Katy/James' must
No, monkey, stop trying. "Thinking" isn't something
you do. Instead, stick to dancing.
Dance, my monkey.... dance....
Wolfy? As in "Licks is *****, isn't house trained and
has a lot of fleas"?
My, you sock puppets have got to learn...
Dance, monkey! Stop trying to think. Dance!
Your god orders you to dance.
My goodness, first a dog of an article and then
a dog ***** of a poster.... how common.
They
Well, what do you know! Instead of becoming house
trained, our pathetic little sock puppet is, once
again, sharing his... his... heck, let's call it "insight"
into world events.
Sorry, monkey, but you were born to dance, not try
to think....
I didn't realise
Duh.
We could fill libraries -- heck, continents filled with
libraries -- with the things that whizz past your
seriously handicapped "brain."
Dance for me, my monkey. Your god orders you to
dance.
It
You may be off the meds but you're right on
queue....
Well, you know what that means. It means that
it's time for our woofy is climb onto the ol'
usenet sidewalk and leave yet another pile of
steaming ***** that mistakes for clever.
Speaking of sock puppets, don't forget to dust off
the "Doc" personality while you're at it. After all,
why cloud usenet with *****, when you can cloud it
with twice as much *****?
Get dancing, monkey! Dance!
UFO
Psst. Psycho breath;
Getting fitted for a new tinfoil hat any time soon?
Stay *Away* from microwave ovens....
[---absolutely nothing---]
Just goes to show you, there is no thread so worthless that
it can't be made more irrelevant by a multiple personality
disorder....
You should invent a history between me & this
sock puppet before responding as if there is
one.
You might even fool someone other than yourself.
MY GOD!!
Yes, my monkey?
I'm a Lyran!
Close. It does begin with an 'L'....
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22 Jul 2007 04:22:43 AM |
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"Docrodile" <swampthing@hellsbayou.net> wrote in message
news:jbednQST7cDZvT7bnZ2dnUVZ_sKqnZ2d@comcast.com...
...and JTEM's been at it on the usenet for over 15 years!! Not all his
*memorable* fragments of frontal lobe's synapsal misfires are posted
here. I leave it up to whoever still has rational discernment, any
semblance of sanity left here, to judge for yourself whether Johnny is
blithering nuts or not. I mean, blitheringly, searingly, tragically,
hopelessly, pathetically...fuckin' off his lil' rocker. ROFL!!!!
Doc :))~
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I suppose that a psyshically, mentally & emotionally
handicapped loser like you must have many bad days.
Stick to dancing for your god.
Monkey, monkey, monkey....
You know you're a loser who has to hide behind
ever-changing sock puppets.
And I'm laughing at you.
Stick to dancing, monkey....
Oh, monkey, how you do try...
Sad little monkey... so desperately wants to have
conversations like people....
You were born to dance, monkey. Never forget that.
[---monkey feces---]
That's it, monkey, dance... dance for me... never
forget that you are a dancing monkey... that you
will never be anything but a dancing monkey...
Why don't you massage that ***** of your's, get it
all perky, pretend it's a ***** & put yourself out on
the line.
You're a frigging moron. Yes, a psycho too, but a
moron none the less. You can't form ideas, articulate
a position and defend it in an exchange against
humans that disagree. You've tried on occasion (to
some extent), but mostly you dive down into your
personal attacks.
Then again, what else can a mentally ill imbecile
do?
Wash,
That's it, monkey, dance for me... dance...
Since
Hush, little monkey. More dancing, less chatter.
Please
Silly monkey, FIRST you dance, THEN you get your
tasty banana...
Should be
Whatever. Tell someone else and, maybe, someday
they can tell me.
You weren't trained to talk properly, or even to type.
You, monkey, were trained to dance.
'Katy/James' must
No, monkey, stop trying. "Thinking" isn't something
you do. Instead, stick to dancing.
Dance, my monkey.... dance....
Wolfy? As in "Licks is *****, isn't house trained and
has a lot of fleas"?
My, you sock puppets have got to learn...
Dance, monkey! Stop trying to think. Dance!
Your god orders you to dance.
My goodness, first a dog of an article and then
a dog ***** of a poster.... how common.
They
Well, what do you know! Instead of becoming house
trained, our pathetic little sock puppet is, once
again, sharing his... his... heck, let's call it "insight"
into world events.
Sorry, monkey, but you were born to dance, not try
to think....
I didn't realise
Duh.
We could fill libraries -- heck, continents filled with
libraries -- with the things that whizz past your
seriously handicapped "brain."
Dance for me, my monkey. Your god orders you to
dance.
It
You may be off the meds but you're right on
queue....
Well, you know what that means. It means that
it's time for our woofy is climb onto the ol'
usenet sidewalk and leave yet another pile of
steaming ***** that mistakes for clever.
Speaking of sock puppets, don't forget to dust off
the "Doc" personality while you're at it. After all,
why cloud usenet with *****, when you can cloud it
with twice as much *****?
Get dancing, monkey! Dance!
UFO
Psst. Psycho breath;
Getting fitted for a new tinfoil hat any time soon?
Stay *Away* from microwave ovens....
[---absolutely nothing---]
Just goes to show you, there is no thread so worthless that
it can't be made more irrelevant by a multiple personality
disorder....
You should invent a history between me & this
sock puppet before responding as if there is
one.
You might even fool someone other than yourself.
MY GOD!!
Yes, my monkey?
I'm a Lyran!
Close. It does begin with an 'L'....
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| User: "kmiller" |
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| Title: Re: One-Month Diary of a Madman... |
22 Jul 2007 05:00:40 AM |
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That is a very SAD statement there 'DOC', when you have to REPLY to
your own thread.
It must be a SAD FEELING - when even your own alter-EGO doesn't even
want to reply to your threads !!!
8-(
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| User: "Docrodile" |
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| Title: Re: One-Month Diary of a Madman... |
22 Jul 2007 07:44:11 AM |
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"kmiller" <miller.k@sympatico.ca> wrote in message
news:1185098440.050140.80400@d55g2000hsg.googlegroups.com...
That is a very SAD statement there 'DOC', when you have to REPLY to
your own thread.
It must be a SAD FEELING - when even your own alter-EGO doesn't even
want to reply to your threads !!!
8-(
Well, it's more lonely without having the luxury of one's own friendly
spirit guide to keep those cold nights warmed up. It must be comforting to
know your lil' ethereal buddy is on call 24/7 everywhere you go.
But, in this case, Kimmy, I reposted simply to correct a word --
'semblage', which doesn't exist, with 'semblance', which does. I was
thinking of 'assemblage' at the time, and forgot to snip out all of JTEM's
mad repetitive ravings in the process.
I wish I could snip out your's, too, before you post them because we've
all heard you ego-strokin' yourself over some bit of a prediction that has
coincidentally scored...and it does get awfully tiring and annoying. Much
like a stupid lil' kid who finally gets a C on his usually D-minus test
scores, and feels cocky over it, we have to endure your cockiness over an
accidental partial prophetic hit.
Doc :))~
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| User: "kmiller" |
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| Title: Re: One-Month Diary of a Madman... |
28 Jul 2007 03:04:52 AM |
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It just 'interests' me - to see that you 'DOC' - is just as
'Fallible' as I (myself) !!!
I will usually (and readily) 'Admit' when I make a mistake - in my
posts.
This must be a 'First' for you - there 'DOC'. - > Looks good on you.
- admitting that you are just as HUMAN (as the rest of us) - shows
that that you are no different (and no better) than the REST OF US.
But, it is also is the 'first step' towards saying that you are not
any different (or any worse) than the "rest of us" either.
There may be HOPE for YOU yet !!!
:-)
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| User: "Docrodile" |
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28 Jul 2007 12:37:19 PM |
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"kmiller" <miller.k@sympatico.ca> wrote in message
news:1185609892.591658.56270@z24g2000prh.googlegroups.com...
It just 'interests' me - to see that you 'DOC' - is just as
'Fallible' as I (myself) !!!
I will usually (and readily) 'Admit' when I make a mistake - in my
posts.
This must be a 'First' for you - there 'DOC'. - > Looks good on you.
- admitting that you are just as HUMAN (as the rest of us) - shows
that that you are no different (and no better) than the REST OF US.
But, it is also is the 'first step' towards saying that you are not
any different (or any worse) than the "rest of us" either.
There may be HOPE for YOU yet !!!
:-)
Again, I really have no clear idea what you're jabbering about. I've
already admitted to my problems in my life in this forum, Kimmy -- mental
illnesses, serious physical limitations, financial problems, et al.
Where the hell have you been? In addition, I've posted my real name and
facial photos at two different sites for all to see...which is more
'human' than you've been here.
The main difference between you and me, Kimmy boy, is that I long ago
chucked thinking there are supernatural beings and forces that have a
special interest in my *important, destined* life -- and you simply are
still mired in fantasies of self-avoidance.
While 'spirit buddies' and 'fate' and 'psychic foreknowledge' are
obviously comforting to you as a silky balm to smooth out the rough
wrinkles in your personality, your relationships, and life in general,
such fantastical indulgences run the high risk of failing to alleviate
your greatest problem: FEAR.
No matter of philosophies, ethereal helpers, denials, fantasies can remove
the FEAR of living and dying. It comes for you, as it comes for all of us,
in the form of those we love who die before us, and, finally, the
deterioration that leads to own demise.
That is why prophecy appeals to so many -- it is comforting to think we
will know what our fate will be, or that it will be quite extraordinary or
placed in extraordinary times...and it all serves to give us a
romanticized expectation of our future. It is, though, entirely
unknowable -- the future -- and it more often defies all our dreams,
visions, hopes, fears, expectations ... yes, all, and frequently.
We are thus left with the FEAR again of living and dying, and for the more
enlightened, the realization that none of us has a special destiny to
fulfill, or special spirit friends to aid us or protect us, or even a God
that will keep us safe and happy...chaos reigns over humanity,
unpredictability is a mainstay of our wretchedly hard physical and
emotional existence.
All our imaginings melt down into lines and gray hairs that keep
increasing on our faces as we look in the mirror over the years. The
bodies and minds that once were so needle sharp, become inevitably more
and more dulled by life's vagaries and disillusionment.
Even as we face death, our greatest fear, with a philosophy of eternal
after-life, we cannot know that our beliefs, however seemingly strong, are
nothing more than our fear manipulating us.
Have a nice day, Kimmy...
Doc
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