Current Affairs Culture wars & The rise of grifting

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i always leave the back door open for a sharp exit, psycho-analysis can be a tricky business at the best of times and pinning the subject down is fraught with danger as the ego is so fragile. Its the only thing that can be hurt, that`s why ego-maniacs are so dangerous. They perceive the merest slight (not even that most times) as a full blown onslaught. Paranoia creeps in or is already well established and bingo, your numbers up. Housey, housey. Eyes down for the next game.
Roll up, roll up - everyone`s a winner in the game of life.
Which prison did you learn that in?
 
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No, your impending meltdown.
You wouldn`t know a meltdown if it gave you a haircut. The Snowflakes slip out the back-door and cancel themselves when it gets too hot.
I`m here, ice-cold straight from the freezer.
All your talk of meltdown needs to be posted in the Environmental thread with the other alarmists waffling about disappearing glaciers.
 
You wouldn`t know a meltdown if it gave you a haircut. The Snowflakes slip out the back-door and cancel themselves when it gets too hot.
I`m here, ice-cold straight from the freezer.
All your talk of meltdown needs to be posted in the Environmental thread with the other alarmists waffling about disappearing glaciers.

Post loads mate.
 
That you’ll be on your next multi by Christmas.
You remind me of a short conversation i had in another lifetime.
I`ve done a lot of past-life regression and in this one i was a young lad in a Lancashire mill-town at the time of greats like Tom Finney etc.
We would go to matches all over and one time i asked my father "ee da` is we gorn fit-ba tiday, wich`un we orf ta?" and my Dad said "Git thi welli`s on lad, wes goin in Kop" - this referred to the rivers of urine flowing down the terrace of LFC`s Kop-end.
Years/lifetimes went by and on hearing of the sewers under the Kop collapsing (i forget which year) it brought it all back.
You remind me of that Kop sewer.
 
You remind me of a short conversation i had in another lifetime.
I`ve done a lot of past-life regression and in this one i was a young lad in a Lancashire mill-town at the time of greats like Tom Finney etc.
We would go to matches all over and one time i asked my father "ee da` is we gorn fit-ba tiday, wich`un we orf ta?" and my Dad said "Git thi welli`s on lad, wes goin in Kop" - this referred to the rivers of urine flowing down the terrace of LFC`s Kop-end.
Years/lifetimes went by and on hearing of the sewers under the Kop collapsing (i forget which year) it brought it all back.
You remind me of that Kop sewer.

Keep on wittering.
 
No, your impending meltdown.

I’ve never seen a grown man so triggered and desperate for my attention and approval. I stated that I wasn’t going to interact with him in my last post to him on Friday morning. But since then he has responded/tagged me no less than 22 times.

22 times. This is really weird and sad. He even mentions my moniker in interactions with other posters. I suspect he mumbles it while sleeping and while opening a tin of sardines for his breakfast. He probably says it under his breath while buying Super Noodles at Poundland. He likely mutters it while having his electronic ankle “tag” readjusted by the EMS. He is obsessed with me.

There's also the small issue of him being extremely uninformed and ignorant on some basic matters of settled science, of having a large case of Dunning-Kruger, of having problems understanding evidence, grammar, spelling, reading comprehension and logic. To be sure, these are all forgivable if it weren't for his complete lack of charisma, child-like assertiveness, and general disdain toward prosocial issues, all of which make it a bit harder to courteously overlook.

In any case, he is welcome to chat about me on this thread in any post he wants (as I've done about him)...just don't tag me in, as I simply do not wish to engage Mr. Adult-diapers in some go-nowhere exchange. If I recall, a hyperinflated sense of self, prevarication and projection, and desperate attention-seeking behaviors are all signs of emotional neglect during childhood. But alas, I’m not his daddy, even though he should definitely call me “Uncle.”
 
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