America Speaks

[Garnabby]

"Weak shit" my eye.

Like this stuff?

Garnabby is a bit of an enigma in that it is difficult to say whether his "mad scientist" shtick may be heartfelt or bullshit: I've concluded he probably believes it.

IIRC he was never quite this weird at Gamblers Glen, it is as if some part of his brain has since gone beyond zebra ...

His "theory of everything" is an obvious rip off of Hawking; his numerology fascination indicates a mind that's run off its tracks.

So long as he is civil and doesn't babble too much I'm OK with interacting with him; we have a history of haunting gambling boards for a couple of decades, approximately, yet I suspect he's best kept on a short leash.

I'm not particularly put off by his insults as I can give as good as I get, and hey, "Nobody's perfect."

What are you even talking about?

Hawking had a theory of everything? I stole it? I have a numerology fascination? Keep me on a short leash? Zebras now? My "mad scientist" shtick may be heartfelt or bullshit?

Perhaps, you are headed for a case of Lewy Body Dementia, especially with those animals of yours. Certainly, the symptoms, usually, begin to show up years before the disease, itself. One need only know what to look for.

On the other hand, to start with a few far-fetched wordy words, and, then, to try to embellish the hell out of them is a waste of time. An "existence" whereby one part simultaneously dreamed up the other.

No wonder that all your "stewing" has led you to another such "fine" discourse, this time, about the "legalities" of internet bans. How about stick a "sock" in it? Real men don't always play by the "rules", no matter the consequences. Call it another form of enlightenment.

Here's an example: can you imagine Tasha or Carnabby "arguing" with herself / himself?

"Normal" people might not be tempted to do that, but ...

Looks like you brought a dull knife to a gun fight.


P.S. Of course, you made my evening. Good night, to you, sir.