Wednesday, August 08, 2018

Graspers And Gaslighters

Where can a self-styled gold standard like our intrepid "Gene Steinberg" incur such a wholly justified wrath and enmity from the rational reasonable among us? Persons the likes of Tim Binnall and Jack Brewer, for example. Men of differing varieties of sobriety (so providing a certain depth of field)... these demonstrate a singular, "...had enough," compelling their outraged and well-cited content, of needs and requirements, yea and verily... I've personal insight, myself.  

Gene (send-me-cash-my-wife's-gums-are-bleeding-and-I-gots-da-t'aint rot) Steinberg is in messy, forget sad, decline, and it's not a pretty picture. I would find him wholly—if pathetically—ignorable but that he continues to personally vex, revolt, annoy, and aggravate me... 

It's the unjustified hubris, I think. Gold Standard my old and wattled ass. 

Verily, he tasks me; tasks me even when he is not impinging on my expectation to a free expression.  No, I do not remotely exaggerate.

Once upon a time long passed, out of the Paracastian murk of his tepid web presence, and like the thick rolling stench from an untidy paranormal graveyard sieved and titrated for its contemptable content grist... not grasping that relevance never actually aspired to... (...a transparent result, I remind the reader, of serious—albeit self-facilitated—blows to his ufological street cred, reputation, and approaching need for legacy vis a vis the compelling Rainey/Woods controversy!)... he reaches out with this pompous little note to me—in full damage control, I suspect, and attempting, in full gaslight mode, to manage one of his many provoked if well-cultivated antagonists, me:

Tell you what, let's clear the air, since I don't know you and, clearly, you don't know me.

 I'm happy to apologize for reporting you to your ISP. I was pissed off at the insults, period.

 I'm even happy to let you join our forums, but no personal attacks.

 The ball is in your court.


Apart from the fact I'd rather spend the night in hog swill than join his toxic little forum (an ironic "personal attack's" murder of fanboy crows...) every line of the above, I submit, has to be a reflection of the most extreme use of cognitive disassociation and insentient pompousness... as can be available to mortal man and then ladled out to his serfs or hangers-on benignly and in all condescension! Bailiff! Gag me with a shock-rod!

Great suffering and most baragrugous ZOT!!!   

I begin to suspect—which I had expected all along—that he was entirely apart from what was really going on as regards the fall-out of his misogynistic initiative, his gossipy coven of cyberstalking lickspittles and fluffers! A Trumpian narcissist? I digress...

I wrote back that his offer was utterly unsatisfactory. I said"No, You 'Net-ball' Mr. Steinberg... twice on your side of the net to double-fault.  [I thought that was clever] Moreover, Sir, I don't make 'personal attacks.'  I observe.  Yeah, I'll pop a literary cap in a deserving ass.  Conscience sometimes demands it.  Zero apologies here." I'm in the fall of my winter, agewise, and that's how we roll.

He responds:

Then feel free to "observe."
 I look forward to your participation. Just keep it civil.

What?!  Really?  How astoundingly oblivious! 

What a brilliant example of "out of touch" faculty and repressed crumbling air-castle in a last-legs food processor ready to puke!  I'm stunned to clenched astonishment, actually! Remember, his was the dearth of sense, fairness, and sensibility... at the start, if for all his patronizing officiousness, now. I won't be criticised for pointing that out. I won't be remotely patronized.

I respond that, as per expected par he, one, misses the point and the broad side of the communicational barn by the obligatory parsec, two, has provided me much too little, much too late with regard to faux-collegiality forced by public censure or a then angered mob (Gene had to do more walk-backing, I seem to recollect), and, three, that he has only succeeded in irritating me further.  

You see, I'd already seen the e-mail to another where he refers to me as a "bomb thrower."  I resent that.  I eschew uncivilized bombs to roll in hot with righteous thirty-mm cannon and hell-fire missiles.  I fight the called-for fight, close, and you know who's shooting at you.

Finally, a portrait of abject disingenuousness, he concludes:

Which is, of course, what you're doing. You don't know me, yet you continue to attack. I gave you your chance.

Gene Steinberg=

Yeah, Steiny... I know ye! Fuck you.

..Didn't respond to that last one, eh, reader?  The last time I switched his flaccid, sway-backed, and irrelevant ass out of my E-mail coral he, an ironic and unrepentant spammer beggaring measure, as Binnall and Brewer observe... pulled obvious institutional strings to have me thrown off the internet!!! Nobody can just "reach out" and have you unplugged from the web! He did,  howsomever. What was up with that...

That's right. Complete removal from the world wide web for three whole, decidedly dark, days... good thing I didn't get my phone that way.

All this pales to insignificance compared with what he facilitated for Rainey/Woods vis a vis supports for "this" and slanders for "that." ...Then he'd trot out another plea for cash to round out his hypocrisy as is abundantly noted... this writer would rather send money to Ted Cruz or Pee-pee Dondi.

Wait... no... not even in jest. Between the three, Steiny gets my money.

Closing, I'm sure our intellectually felching Mr. Steinberg has no problem with me sharing this "private" mail... see, he does it himself, to suit his very self-interested ends... All.  The.  Time. His "bomb-thrower" allusion to me, for example...

Please demand that I prove that, Mr. Steinberg. In other news, is Ms woods writing a book regarding her, trials, travails, and tribulations regarding et sig all? I don't know...

"I see... [writing] people..."

She's certainly subsequent to abundant subject matter. I say true. I'd be hard-pressed not to write it... were it me.

Steinberg Transporto Caveo
Steinberg Sender Beware.

Read on.


scott santa said...

Emma IS writing a book!!! Unsure of when it will be out - but I thanked her for finally getting it all down and thrown out for exposure as it should be!! I await said book with high anticipation!

regan lee said...

Alfred I love your way with words. I must have spit out my fruit infused ice water several times. Excellent and, what a wonky wanker, with his kicking you off the internets and all! Feh!