I'm not finished, so the show's not quite over yet.
flipflop wrote:Me apologise to you, are you fucking serious? For what?
You could start with conning my real name out of Jäeger on false pretences, using it to search out my address, phone numbers, husband's and sons' names, pictures of my house, and giving all that to peanut, who you knew was trying to track me down but had got stuck - just because you could, out of spite. You could follow up by apologising to Kurt (and all flaggers, since we have an interest in knowing that the people we're talking to are basically honest, not lying scumbags) for denying it flatly when confronted with the truth and the evidence to back it up. You don't think any of us deserve an apology for that? You could take a lesson from Nir Rosen, who we were discussing in another thread: man up and admit you were wrong. Projecting your bad behaviour on to me is the coward's way out.
You probably know that Jäeger was so incensed at your betrayal of his trust that he was ready to come over here and break your legs, just as he'd threatened to do earlier to me for something I
hadn't done. You don't know that having had long deliberations with my philosophy mentor on the moral dilemmas involved, I was ready to warn you if I found out he was coming to do that, even though it would have destroyed my (short-lived, as it turned out, but very hard-won) reconciliation with him, because it would have been the right thing to do, for both your sakes.
But now you're best mates again. Good for you; I'm all for reconciliation and friendship. But I can't see how you could have swung it, flipflop, unless you've lied your way into his good books again (and he's fool enough to believe you a second time), and I've had indications that that's exactly what you've done.
So I'm obsessive? Yes, I'm a bit obsessive about defending my integrity, countering deliberate lies about me. I know that Jäeger has lied to me directly twice in the last couple of weeks and I have very good reason to believe that he's lied about me to a number of mutual friends too, so I'd say he's the stirrer. He's miffed that my husband didn't take an immediate shine to him when he came to stay, though he's lucky he let him in the house, given even the little I've let him know about what J did to me last summer, and I had to move heaven and earth to make it possible at all - because I
had been able to forgive him. Though a retraction was the least I expected when he showed his face here again: public recognition that I'm not a blackmailer, not mad, not bad, not a stalker, not paranoid and not a bitch, to go along with the private acknowledgements.
So now the two of you are back in the bonding game again, playing at class warfare, back in target mode together, harking back to the earlier lies you told about me - that I called you a fascist, that I said you beat your wife. I have charged
him with racism - what else can it be when, in talking about the immensely courageous Egyptian men and women who brought down Mubarak, risking and in some cases giving their lives, by sustained non-violent action, he describes the "wogs" as "Savages the lot of them"?
It's funny that someone so proud of his working-class origins should be so keen on "keeping up appearances", in full Hyacinth Bucket mode; so worried about being associated with views he doesn't agree with yet unwilling to face up to an honest challenge on his own prejudice, or even admit it, and at the same time so quick to condemn someone else for small prejudices that they acknowledge and are working on. Even stranger for someone who places so much store by loyalty to disown someone he called his fairy godmother for some small kindnesses (that will never be revealed, he can be assured).
A woman scorned? Hardly. I'm just tired of making all the concessions, tendering the olive branches. All about me? Only because you make it so: I'd much rather be discussing Egypt and Libya. The dishonest philosopher-thugs join forces again - fine. Like to like, taking the easy route to regain your tarnished reputations - at the expense of mine, as before. It's so much harder to cross the natural barriers of age and class and gender, but the rewards are greater. Oh well. I thought it would be worth the effort. I was wrong.
flipflop wrote:You're not missing much anyway, certainly nothing new or interesting about Dangerous Places.
Quite: not exactly an interesting thread about Dangerous Places. It was lame and unfunny, even before you resurrected the hunting party.
I've said my piece now. Carry on.
Shes never interfered with me. I have no complaints about her.
Same here.
Mega ditto.
I met her once and I found her to be a nice lady. Not kookey in any way.
Penta has always been gracious, kind and very sane in all my interactions with her.