From: Judy Seigel (jseigel@panix.com)
Date: 01/11/03-08:19:30 PM Z
Dear Cactus,
I've been worried about you for a while now. You seem to have almost
nothing to say on the list except on or around my posts... So now you have
spent some time researching the "facts" I didn't pull up from memory about
Darger. You may even have learned something (besides that you can find
*anything* on the internet). Very good !
What is possibly more to the point, however, is the onset of this, well,
the word I think of is vendetta. It began (you were after all a P-F
subscriber) with my response to 9/11. You had a hissy fit when I said some
police had been bad guys, although the firemen (at my corner, for whom we
still weep) had always, all, been good guys.
And then, uh oh, another hissy fit when I mentioned certain qualities of
SUVs.
Since then, you've written little to the list beyond rage at me. (I forget
whether this is the 4th or the 5th, maybe the 6th, tirade.) Worse,
perhaps, after you think you've made a mistake, as now. Fact is, tho, I'm
not your mother or your father or your sister, and I doubt it will make
you feel better for more than a few minutes.
Your rant last month, for instance, that I was too stupid to manage my
computer, was in fact so vicious as to earn, finally, a listminder
reproach, tho I think today's is hardly better for the list -- or any more
on the mark. (Tho it occurs to me to ask if you would care to bet $100 on
who knows more about computers, you or me.)
Meanwhile, perhaps it's just your nerves, but you flunk reading
comprehension -- again. I certainly have not denounced the NY Times, let
alone suggested "hate" for the editors of the magazine, some of whom are
friends of friends. Unless pointing out a tendency, or even heaven help us
a fault, spells "hate" to you ? (That could, indeed, explain a lot.)
Meanwhile, why is "stupid" your generic anathema? After all, if someone is
stupid they can't help it. And if they're REALLY stupid they might even
get a rise out of watching you foam.
Whatever...your symptom of bizarre rage over trivia at someone you've
never met and who isn't talking *to* you or *about* you, doesn't happen in
a vacuum. I can only suggest you climb into your SUV and seek help.
your concerned friend,
Judy
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