From: GEVANS613-AT-aol.com
Date: Fri, 17 Jan 2003 20:03:28 EST
Subject: Re: Thinking Does It Exist?PART ONE OVER AGAIN



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Jud:

Go and get your head down John   - you are pissed out of your mind.

BTW. Limmy is spelt Limey, [from the  =E2=80=9CLimes=E2=80=9D which British=20sailors ate to
protect them from scurvy during their wanderings.  The reason for the
insertion of the  "e" is to change the "ih=E2=80=9D sound to an "eye" sound,=E2=80=9D and
Jud is spelt =E2=80=9CJud.=E2=80=9D ("Jude" is a character from a  Thomas Hardy novel,
and/or   from the Jon Lennon song "Hey Jude!"
You have also left out two important "you=E2=80=9D second person pronouns:
There should be a: "you" between: "Tommy land," and "pathetic little Limmie" (
sic)
and
"f**k off" and  "little prick."
BTW there

I and everybody else on this list realise, judging from the bibulous nature
of your almost incoherent messages, that by now, (midnight British Time) not
only do you not recall yourself admitting that you were going to molest your
14/91 year old cat, but that you also forget proclaiming that you intend
making a booking first thing in the morning to fly to Germany with the
intention of putting a red, black and white wreath on the grave of Martin
Heidegger in Marburg churchyard. But then we realise that you are not really
in any state to remember anything at all, and that by this time you are in
all probability slumped on the floor of you john, [=E2=80=9Ctoilet=E2=80=9D=20or =E2=80=9Clavatory=E2=80=9D
in Limey-land,) with you and the cat covered in stale vomit

Oh, one more thing! . You also neglected to supply a pronoun: "it,=E2=80=9D=20or "her,"
or "him," (depending on how close you are to your cat - which I am beginning
to suspect is very close) between: "I have protected" and  "from people like
you" blah, blah, blah...

Apart from all this ga-ga nonsense,  you appear to be just a run-of-the-mill
typical case of a no-mark, drunken or drugged-up, half-educated loser, living
somewhere in the nekulturny wastes of northern Canada, trying desperately to
reinforce yourself; "Service-like" [Robert} with booze, against the whistling
winds of whispering winter, and reconciling yourself to the departure of
Eskimo Nell from the local shebeen.

Reflecting back over the evening it has been very enjoyable.    First the
red-nosed Fosterian clown or harlequin, then an interlude of dulcimer
ungroundling-like quiet culture from Carrie, full of impeccable taste and
delicate textual brush-strokes and common sense, and then your last message=20-
the clownish garishly trumpeting chaotic  finale to the sound of old
fashioned car rubber hooter-bulbs and fabricated farts.

As the advertisements proclaimed about the film:  'Titanic'  -  "A Night to
Remember=E2=80=9D but on this night it was not the Titanic that struck the iceberg of
public credibility - it was you.  Regrets?  I feel a bit dirty to be honest=20-
like as if I've been kicking a bundle of pale parchment skin and old rags 
and bootles in some cognitive back-alleyway, like those guys in Clock-work
Orange - but it is YOU that MADE me dirty John - with your  filthy ad hom and
your foul -mouthed un-philosophical language. Even your cat doesn't crap in
its own living-space John - why are you fouling your own nest? I feel
contaminated - I'm going for a bath - you make me feel dirty - unclean -
leprous.

Jud Evans.









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