An Open Apology To All Lit Members

[miles]

I hope I didn't offend anyone here.

I've got that "not-so-fresh" feeling. God, I'm so embarrased.

 

[Angel]

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[miles]

Thank you, Angel

Finally. A product made just for us men.

 

[Siren]

Scrotex.............strong enough for a woman,,,,,but

 

[miles]

I feel better already.

Instant relief.

 

[Angel]

I need to create, patent and market that idea. I'd be rich.

 

[Siren]

Good........

 

[Cheyenne]

Re: Good........

You can go for 'miles' before needing to use it again.

GROOOOOOAAAAN! Welcome back, Siren. That was a bad one.

 

[Siren]

What?

 

[*bratcat*]

hell...i would welcome you back with a

 

[Siren]

I prefer moans over groans any day

 

[Cheyenne]

Hey! You like bratcat better than me? *sniff*

 

[shadowsource]

Is this a serious thread?

Miles, are you saying that you've been errant lately and that you regret attacking me personally in that "Marxist" haze? I don't mean attacking my ideas, which I understand are annoying and distasteful to you.

If that's what you mean, please confirm it and I will happily go back to our customary disagreements, hoping that we won't get personal again. Note that even when you were posting that stuff, one of my replies noted that I suspected you are a charming person in RL.

Here's hoping....

 

[Marxist]

This is a change, but I've asked for a truce before and Miles refused or ignored me. Obviously his newfound tolerance doesn't extend to some of us.

 

[shadowsource]

Marxie -

Yeah, I just saw his last attack on "us," on your music thread. It was dated early this morning, so it came after this bizarre, vague apology. He must not've brushed his teeth or something. I fear he was telling the truth about his meds.

He actually used to be funny when I first came here in June....

 

[*bratcat*]

 

[shadowsource]

Actually, I fear I understand -

Miles' apology predates his attack this morning on Marxist and myself on M's burnable music thread. So I can't imagine what he's apologizing for, but it's not to me or to Marxist. Everyone has by now noted his moodiness and flightiness in recent weeks. Not to mention the odd references to meds. He must be illin'.

But this is what I suspect happened:

Marxist annoyed Miles last week with his defense of the Palestinians (while I was off in Virginia, celebrating). Miles, for reasons that may well be frightening, decided that Marxist - who id's himself as a 20-something African American from Atlanta - can't possibly be himself. Since I had previously defended the Palestinians, Miles assumed that Marxist is me. Is there an implication that a young black man from Atlanta couldn't post Marxist's messages?

 

[*bratcat*]

So enough about me...let's talk about ME!

 

[Marxist]

Re: So enough about me...let's talk about ME!

I believe if you are to go back and READ the first post...he is apologizing for having that not-so-fresh feeling...he wasn't talking to you or about you at all...

Brat, define not-so-fresh feeling? If it's simply a need of a change of diaper or something, why appologize?

 

[shadowsource]

Well, Bratcat -

I believe if you are to go back and READ the first post...he is apologizing for having that not-so-fresh feeling...he wasn't talking to you or about you at all...

Not that I have ever noticed you flaming people relentlessly, but if you were to do that for 8 or 9 days, and then to issue an apology like the one that begins this thread, the flame victims might just think there was a connection. Thankfully the time logs enabled me to realize that my gracious acceptance of his apology was mistaken. I guess he's just a compulsive racist.

Be well.

 

[miles]

You're calling ME compulsive??
You post five times because you think this thread is about you.

ROFLMAO!!

 

[estevie]

*shaking head*

y'all are childish

 

[*bratcat*]

sweetie....

 

[SimplySouthern]

Just for laughs

I say we ladies go in together and get one of those fake snow-making machines.

We'll cover the whole thread and see who can write their name in the snow. In cursive. First, middle and last -- going back to cross T's and dot I's.

 

[*bratcat*]

hell yeah...