There's too much backstory here, that you obviously just don't know about, or are pretending to not know about in order to present things as much out of context as possible in an effort to bolster support for Lindsay's pattern of behavior. Where your true intentions lie is anyone's guess. Anyway, suffice it to say that no one behaves as I do out of nowhere.
And, no, despite what Lindsay and his little clique of incredibly unstable and gratuitously boisterous, bully-boy wannabes have to say about it, my behavior is not due to any "instability". That's just their desperate need to distract and divert criticism of their own instability onto a different target of their greater preference... namely, me and just about everyone else but themselves.
The obvious fact of the matter is that a bird fart in a hurricane has a longer half-life than Lindsay Perigo's friendship. The same goes for all his eager acolytes. Their constant, piranha-like devouring of all the most cherished members of their ever-reconstituting inner circle is proof enough of that. Try telling me how that's not really the true instability here.
As for why I assumed a second alias and went in there to post messages... Well, there aren't very many good online places to converse; in most cases, the quality just isn't there. Of course, apparently, the quality isn't at SOLO either... at least as far as their emotional stability goes, it's sad to say. They just can't evolve beyond their childhood need to suddenly play "enemy" with me, the instant they detect the tell-tale overtones in my writing.
For me to try going back there at all, I guess I was just that bored, lonely, and desperate, to think that perhaps, with all the old guard SOLO baboons having left or been run off by Lindsay and his mob, things had changed. I was naive enough to believe they might have evolved in three years. Clearly, some things never change. SOLO will always be a boys' treehouse.
(Edited by Jeremy M. LeRay on 5/08, 12:13pm)