A Mountain Out Of a Mole Hill

This email was sent by Robin, a friend of mine (at least I still think so). She's a nice person, but a little oversensitive when it comes to her master and fellow minions: My comments are in blue

Hi Arlyle Hi Robin (yes, I know it's you - don't start with the bullshit Okay, It was me. Honestly, besides the fact that my email and name was all over the site, how'd you know? Where to begin? I'd say that right here is a perfect spot. Seriously. Yes, I'm serious. I’ve been wondering where to begin. As I told you before: Begin right here. If I’d begun last night, Which apparently, you didn't. when I was still seething, with amazingly strung together obscenities roiling away in my head Yes, cursing can be an art form, this note would have been short and nasty like a drunk leprechaun and mean I'm glad you decided not to be mean in a way most people don’t know I can be when I’m beyond pissed. and drunk, perhaps? When you put Kiersten in your writing exercise If you play in the ocean, then sometimes you have to swim with the sharks, I watched that play out for a while, and I stuck up for you, not because I thought you used good judgment (because I didn’t), And your point is? but because I didn’t think you were the only one who’d made a mistake. But then, you couldn’t shut up. You just had to have the last word. Over and over. And over. and over again. Thank you, Exile I know the other side did their part – I saw it. I get it.But so what? What was the point? Yes, what exactly was your point? Then I hate dramatic pauses– you did your best But I guess my best wasn't good enough to screw up a blog run by friends of mine who’d worked damn hard to make something good I agree, Book Roast is an excellent site - I’m talking they did some hard damn work and planning Are you a Parakeet by any chance – and you, all in the name of “freedom of speech” The internet should be a bastion for free speech, not a harbor for tyrants were perfectly fine with fucking And now I present: Count von Count from Sesame Street- "One Fucking. Ah, ah, ah" it up for them I was trying to make it funny.– and you were railing on and blasting around and talking about censorship blah blah fucking "Two Fuckings. Ah, ah, ah." blah. That was the behavior, NOT of a free speech guy, but of a frustrated man who isn’t doing anything in his own life worth doing You mean besides working, raising a family, and writing– and thus feels a nice tingly glee, As all men feel after they've been with you. My Advice: Permethrin 1% cream rinse maybe even a sense of grandiose accomplishment, in ripping apart the work of others Yawn, were you saying something? , in the name of something bigger than himself. It makes you feel all big inside, doesn’t it? Ummm, no.Be honest. You’re puffing up with angry self-righteousness as you read this.A while back on EE’s blog, you said you figured you’d be kicked out eventually, I believe I was right and I said back to you something like Oh, my GOD! She's a Valley Girl: “Look around. You should feel right at home.” And you were for a while. You wrote some really good cartoon captions. You were always blunt – I found that refreshing at first Like a morning walk through a meadow after a cool spring rain.Not any more. The problem is - you’re like an out of control adult toddler building on a lifelong tantrum. And you're the mature one? You want your way, I have to admit that the answer is yes and you don’t give a damn if you hurt or offend. But Robin, I do care. That's why I apologized You’re like one of those “men in the wild”, raised outside of human contact. Is a wild man ‘right’ because his behavior is (purportedly) natural No– because he’s never been constrained by his fellow humans? Are you going somewhere with this? Nope. I didn't think so. He’s just wild. As long as people are with other people, in person or in the pretend-world of remote communication So, you're mad about something that I did in a "Pretend World"? , there have to be some social mores or less, some codes of behavior. I agree There have to be. Amen, sister! No discussion. Okay, I get the point . . .I hope you can get a grip long enough to see what you’re doing to yourself. Are you talking dirty to me? Because that’s the fact of it. YOU are doing this to YOU, and my guess is you’ve been doing it a long longer than you’ve been around the blogs you’re on now I've been doing "IT" for many years, now. Blaming other people is bullshit. I knew this was Penn and Teller. Guys, I really love the show. Because here’s how much anyone in this world owes you, once you reach adulthood: SQUAT There you go flirting with me, again. . NOTHING. Being ‘entitled’, to anything, is an artificial construct that can go away like lightning – because anyone actually being entitled to anything is pure bullshit Another shameless plug....Humans get along because they need to, in order to survive, physically and emotionally. You know that. You’re not stupid. And yet- your behavior IS fucking "Three fuckings. Ah, ah, ah." stupid – you keep coming up with grandiose reasons to behave like a dick. Where as you, on the other hand, see no need for reason A small little weenie- not a useful tool at all, and probably smelly, having not showered in a while. See what hanging out at Truck Stops will do to your thought process? Kids, you've been warned. You have to earn what you receive.I agree You have to. Are you even listening to me? Whether it’s respect, friendship, or a feeling of simple camaraderie. Actually, all I want is: Hot Pussy, loose shoes, and a warm place to shit. And don’t start on me with the down-on-his-luck sad sack shit I would never make fun of you, Robin.(I fucking "Four fuckings. Ah, ah, ah." hate martyrs) Then try crayons about some people having all the breaks. Yep. Some do. It’s just the luck of their birth. I know more than a few of those schmo assholes Married one, having an affair with another, working under one at present job. . . you've told me all about it in previous chats. That doesn’t change the truth underneath.As to yesterday - I had to sit here for a few minutes before I started typing this part, The keyboard is not broke- the letters are supposed to be arranged like they are because I felt so furious again that I felt the blood rising in my neck. You little asswipe Does your husband know how you flirt with me?– taking on someone else’s work YET AGAIN – with the Mrs. V thing The site was supposed to perpetuate the story that Mrs V had left Evil Editor: Jane- you stupid bitch– and moving it off to make it your own. What the fucking "Five, five wonderful fuckings. Robin is a busy beaver, no? Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah." hell is that about, you pilfering little dickweed? Careful, your Irish is showing. And telling me you’d be honored if I joined you?And this bit: “If you join, then the women who run Evil's site will put you on the "Naughty list”. Here’s the thing – actually- make that plural:1- I’m at home on that blog – the tone and texture of the place does waft and wane Like a teenager after a three-mile jog, as places do when faces and personalities come and go – sometimes I like the tone, sometimes I don’t. But I’m not shooting the place or the guy that runs it in the foot. That’s not who I am. Obviously, you don’t know me like you think you do Gee, you think?. There are people I admire, like and trust there. When you screw with them, you screw with me. Yeah, I got that same lecture in sex-ed class Take my word for it – that’s not something you want to do. Hey, what's one more penicillin shot? Don’t. First sign of Schizoid-Paranoia: repeating yourself over and over . . .2- I’ve written a novel, So have I. Would you like to swap critiques? and it matters to me. It’s how I stumbled onto all of this in the first place. A lot of people there are playing – but they’re working as well. Okay Hard Not anymore, I'm not. You ruined that a long time ago. I’m not alone in this. Are you actually working to accomplish anything substantive, or are you using these blogs as a way to avoid facing the fact that you’re doing fuck all? Fuck all? Hell, I'd be happy to fuck a few. I’ve taken the time to write this Are you expecting an award?– hoping you’ll read it and not fall into the same deep well you seem to be so adept at digging for yourself. Now I’m finished with this – I have a life As do all living creatures, and I’m not wasting any more time in it playing clean-up-committee-of-one for you. Okay My suggestion I thought you were done wasting your time– go figure I've tried, but you still leave me befuddled out why you feel compelled to behave the way you do, and do something about it. Thank You, Dr. Phil Don’t bother sending me a note back Narcissistic, aren't we?. It will be deleted, unread You forgot to write: With all of my love, .Robin