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Well, *L* my past conversations are a whole Icelandic saga in itself.
Suffice it to say that a number of high-level people -- such as Barbara Branden and Chris Sciabarra -- who were part of the mob of angry villagers, were themselves also, in time, added to the very same "list of enemies" that they so eagerly and self-servingly wrote me onto.
In essence, a few years ago I started coming to SOLO and was on quite a roll, making some very good points about a number of things but, over time, my thoughts and feelings on what Lindsay Perigo so rightly calls "Islamo-fascism" quickly became, in the minds of certain anti-emotion, hot-house orchids, too "extreme".
In essence, I was reacting emotionally to the endless and horrifying Arab chants of "Death to America" with all due terror and harshness and started chanting my own "Death to Islam" (just as Lindsay Perigo himself has also done on numerous occasions, and received no flak over it) and "Death to Pan-Arabia". And, in truth, what red-blooded creature doesn't at least have some spirit of commensurate counter-attack in the face of its own, imminent dismemberment?
But, for some mysterious reason, certain members of the previous SOLO gang decided to pretend like I was totally alone in these emergency emotions, and started agreeing amongst each other to say that I, and I alone, was calling for "genocide" and decided to make it the official party line.
Well, since then (and especially since Lindsay Perigo himself has so vociferously started chanting "Death to Islam" and, to his limited credit, has defended me to a limited extent on several occasions since then), they don't throw around the "genocide" term any more. I suppose I can only thank Lindsay for that.
However, apparently Lindsay still feels the need to placate his throng somewhat, and has now decided to settle on a "mentally wacko" label for me instead. And the other Dogs Playing Poker seem to feel pretty good joining in on that, so that's where we are today.
Basically, it's the "looney bird" label that I'm now having to correct for the record. At some point -- maybe by the year 2525 (if man is still alive) -- it might finally read correctly, once and for all. Of course, by then, the Earth will either be inhabited by glowing gods or talking cockroaches, so nobody will probably care except arcane historians, and it won't serve me any good at that point, which is all I really care about.
(Edited by Jeremy M. LeRay on 4/18, 7:00pm)
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