For those readers who are unfamiliar with the sordid cast of characters that haunt the velvet-draped corridors of the Chateau Roissy, Hope is (was?) a regular commenter whose claim to fame was an insistent effrontery to all things game and all practitioners of same. A glorious being of elevated goodness, she would have none of the nihilistic shitbricks I continually flung her way.
Naturally, I helpfully pointed out that Hope, transcendent and WISE Northeast Asian of new age piety, is as much a slave to the god of biomechanics as anyone, including yours truly. Hope condescends and cajoles, chides and sweet talks, in her flowing robes of enlightened enlightenment, yet when a lowdown rascal such as myself dares pull back the curtain on her mumbo jumbo hocus pocus SPEEEEERITUAL psychobabble squid ink, she balks and claims her life is nothing like the nightmares with which my serrated musings torment her blissed out nuance of reality.
But like all things stink and mud, the ugly truths bubble their way to the surface in due time, and soon it was revealed that Hope’s loving, perfect husband (now ex-husband), who also happened to be a charming SOB who casually scored with hot blonde bimbos before falling in love with Hope (so she claimed), was a liar and an asshole and a basket case who gamed — yes GAMED — his way into Hope’s precious prudish panties. When I taunted Hope with this, she took a mysterious leave of absence, Lady Raine-like, from my blog for a number of months.
Victory assured, yes, but why stop when you can gloat about your spanking of the sophists with an endzone dance that brings the crowd roaring to its feet? Today, an enigmatic reader going by the handle “twowolves”, who writes as if he is Hope’s ex-husband, left the following series of comments scattered across various posts on my blog:
I think Hope was single for about a week before going from the guy who she cheated on me with. “The love of her life.” To being with the guy she met on wow [World of Warcraft].
I’m only setting the record straight for her benefit. She gives a lot of advice about being single and getting to know yourself, etc. But she has never done it.
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@ hope
“When we met, he was out of touch with his old buddies for a few years, and I was moved out for a few months. He showed me that one’s outlook doesn’t have to be all dark and depressing.”
This is a lie. You met him before the moving out and before the divorce. You remember you actually rushed me through the divorce and ditched the counseling idea so you could move up there and be with him faster. You literally said so,
“hurry up and do this so I don’t have to come back from out of state!”
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@ hope
Be careful.
“Let’s look at what happens to men with “ideals” over the long term.
Frank Herbert Herbert was married to Beverly Ann Stuart for almost 40 years and had two children with her. Joseph Campbellwas married to Jean Erdman for 49 years.
In their writings they espouse the “tired, idealistic platitudes” you so disdain. They talk about emotional maturity and self-actualization. They talk about a deeper bonding with their wives rather than “gaming” them.
These weren’t stupid men. They knew biology and psychology. They weren’t naive about human sexuality. They knew the weaknesses of both men and women. But why did they end up talking about spiritual growth instead of sleeping around?
Think about it.”
Remember I told you all of those things. And when I did you told me about Roissy and you posted here. And now you have changed your tune and preach my words.
What sort of creature are you Rose?
Et tu, Hope? Is there no warm bosom for the wishful thinkers and pretty lie purveyors to turn in their time of need when even a Confucian saint such as yourself betrays her every word and principle in deed?
DID YOU THINK YOU COULD RUN FROM THE DEMON FOR LONG?
People may ask, why do you hate Hope to brutalize her like this? Oh, I don’t hate Hope. I’m just here to show her the way and the light…
…through chaos unleashed, the beast she denies serving.
Tonight… we blog in hell!
