I'm sure you are all aware of my exchanges with the various persona of our psychose visitor. Pretty hard not to when he decided to essentially take over the entire forum and drown everything else with his daily psychotic rumblings. Never a word about finance or economics, just a steady diet of delusional self aggrandizing "I destroyed you" and "I broke you" posts.
I fully understand his insatiable need to troll, argue, insult, provoke and quarrel. I've been consistent in saying this throughout, his chemical imbalance is in control of his actions, not him. So in some strange and obscene way, we ought to all feel sorry for him. I certainly do. I pity him in fact.
This insatiable need is what brought him here in the first place but unfortunately it proved his undoing. It exposed who he really is, multiple personalities and all. It's very likely he thought this opinionated economist would be a good target to take on, lot's of serotonin rushes in this encounter. What he didn't know at the time was that I have background in behavioural psychology and was in the business of f/king the minds of our "enemies", working for the knights in shinning armour, long before I knew who Reinhard Selten was.
But I digress…….
Bottom line, my job with him on here is done. It would be cruel to continue peeling back the onion of his mind when what I exposed so far is beyond horrific. I think it's time to return to posting about trading, finance and economics, after all this isn't the "Applied Psychology & Looney Bin" forum although he's given it his best shot to turn it into one. And since he was so gracious to give us our forum back by loudly and arrogantly proclaiming "you have your forum back people", after abducting it with incessant rubbish posted under numerous aliases, I'll just assume there's still some one here who are interested in discussing and learning about economics. He will learn too in the fullness of time, unfortunately after all he is here to stay……forever.
I think you've left confused territory a while back and you are now deep into hallucination land.
"Your clutches" only exist in your.......f/king head.
They are not real, neither are all the different aliases you've been posting under. You've been humiliated at every turn on here and spinning this from here to Sunday in your chemically imbalanced brain won't make it real. You are a prisoner in your own torture chamber....YOUR OWN MIND.
I'm trying to help you but all you seen you want to do is prove over and over and over again how sick you really are.
I think you've left confused territory a while back and you are now deep into hallucination land."Your clutches" only exist in your.......f/king head.They are not real, neither are all the different aliases you've been posting under. You've been humi
Well I've just double checked and it definitely says, And so it ends....
Would you like to change it to, And so it ends........again.
Or how about, And so it begins......
If you had a mind you would definitely struggle to make it up.
Well I've just double checked and it definitely says, And so it ends....Would you like to change it to, And so it ends........again.Or how about, And so it begins......If you had a mind you would definitely struggle to make it up.
You don't have to have a degree in psychology to figure this stuff out FFS. Your disorder is obvious even to the layman's naked eye.
Look at the words you use. "Die now", "I destroyed you", I broke you", "You're in my clutches", "I have you like a puppet on a string" just to name a few. This is not how NORMAL people express themselves, those are the words of a PSYCHOPATH.
I keep giving you a pass by repeating you're not in control of your own actions, your chemical imbalance is causing you to act this way, but my patience is wearing thin. I have the moral fortitude to be sympathetic to someone with such an acute problem but I have no obligation to engage in endless quarrel to "help" them get the serotonin they need to "lift" themselves from depression every day. That would be like continuing to supply drugs to a heroin addict just because you feel sorry for him.
I pity you, life has dealt you a very rotten hand indeed, but there's a limit.
You don't have to have a degree in psychology to figure this stuff out FFS. Your disorder is obvious even to the layman's naked eye.Look at the words you use. "Die now", "I destroyed you", I broke you", "You're in my clutches", "I have you like a pup
Actually a layman would diagnose what is going on here far more simply:
There is only one thing you hate more than not having the last word and that is someone else laughing at you. Of course you take yourself very seriously because you think you are important. You aren't.
Actually a layman would diagnose what is going on here far more simply:There is only one thing you hate more than not having the last word and that is someone else laughing at you. Of course you take yourself very seriously because you think you are
Why are you seething mate, I'm only trying to help you.
Perhaps I used words that were too complicated for you. Let me rephrase. Someone who expresses themselves like that is, how shall I say so you understand.....a social misfit.
And whereas I can show some sympathy towards those with a serious mental illness, I feel no obligation to show any towards social misfits. Do you get it now?
Oh yes, one last thing, remind me again, why have you been glued to this forum with three (or four, I'm losing track) different aliases for months now? Just wonderin'...
Two posts within a minute !!!!Why are you seething mate, I'm only trying to help you.Perhaps I used words that were too complicated for you. Let me rephrase. Someone who expresses themselves like that is, how shall I say so you understand.....a socia
I thought it had ended? You don't seem to be able to make up your mind.
I'm thinking of writing a book. It will either be about a fisherman who throws his catch back and then runs up and down the river bank pleading with it to come back or it will be about a necrophiliac who usually buries his corpses but becomes so obsessed with his latest squeeze that he simply cannot bring himself to let this one go.
I might call it, And so it ends. That way if I write a follow up I might call it, Or Does It?
We both know that I should call it The Prisoner Who Thought He Was A Jailer.
You can't break the link can you? You hadn't been on for a couple of days but as soon as I whistled there you were like a faithful slavouring labrador.
Sit boy.
I thought it had ended? You don't seem to be able to make up your mind. I'm thinking of writing a book. It will either be about a fisherman who throws his catch back and then runs up and down the river bank pleading with it to come back or it will be
In this game, the game ends after checkmate, or in your case after being exposed as to who you really are......and that was over 500 posts ago.
Regurgitating the same tired sh1t unfortunately doesn't give you a chance for a rematch.
I ring the bells on here, you salivate. That's the way it was, that's the way it is and that's the way it will always be. Get over it.
I must say I enjoy watching you wiggle on the line but unfortunately it doesn't get you any less hooked.
You're trying too hard.In this game, the game ends after checkmate, or in your case after being exposed as to who you really are......and that was over 500 posts ago.Regurgitating the same tired sh1t unfortunately doesn't give you a chance for a rema
"Oh yes, one last thing, remind me again, why have you been glued to this forum with three (or four, I'm losing track) different aliases for months now? "
Oh yes, yes, sorry for the second post but.....wiggle out of this"Oh yes, one last thing, remind me again, why have you been glued to this forum with three (or four, I'm losing track) different aliases for months now? "
No mate, to be honest, I don't enjoy torturing this mug. He has a serious condition and I AM BEING TOTALLY SERIOUS when I say that. It's just that he just doesn't know when it's time to cut and run and my soft side (yes, I do have one ) has its limits.
No mate, to be honest, I don't enjoy torturing this mug. He has a serious condition and I AM BEING TOTALLY SERIOUS when I say that. It's just that he just doesn't know when it's time to cut and run and my soft side (yes, I do have one ) has its limi
If you haven't seen a punch landed it's because most of the jabs going back and forth are too sophisticated for you to understand.
Unless of course you prefer that we start calling each others mother names just to satisfy your standard of what a "punch" is.
If you haven't seen a punch landed it's because most of the jabs going back and forth are too sophisticated for you to understand. Unless of course you prefer that we start calling each others mother names just to satisfy your standard of what a "pun
I must say I enjoy watching you wiggle on the line but unfortunately it doesn't get you any less hooked.
You seem confused again. You thought you cut the imaginary line but then you wore the river bank out begging for my return. You poor man.
I must say I enjoy watching you wiggle on the line but unfortunately it doesn't get you any less hooked. You seem confused again. You thought you cut the imaginary line but then you wore the river bank out begging for my return. You poor man.
If you haven't seen a punch landed it's because most of the jabs going back and forth are too sophisticated for you to understand.
Tell me again how sophisticated I am. Go on. You know you want to.
If you haven't seen a punch landed it's because most of the jabs going back and forth are too sophisticated for you to understand. Tell me again how sophisticated I am. Go on. You know you want to.
I want to hear that desperate, deep down from the lungs, "scratching a chalk board sound" squeal
You know, the one that you bellow out when you have the shakes and you're sick to your stomach when you're out of serotonin in your enterochromaffin cells. That squeal.
Come on, let me hear it sucker.
Louder sucker, a lot louderI want to hear that desperate, deep down from the lungs, "scratching a chalk board sound" squeal You know, the one that you bellow out when you have the shakes and you're sick to your stomach when you're out of serotonin in
charlatan's internet services expenses are paid with his social security and child allowance benefits money that are coming out of…….drum roll please…….out of my taxes.
In other words, I'm paying him to troll.
I'll be back in a while after I pour myself a couple of shots of single malt and try to wrap my head around that…..
Gawwwd, I hate this system.charlatan's internet services expenses are paid with his social security and child allowance benefits money that are coming out of…….drum roll please…….out of my taxes.In other words, I'm paying him to troll.I'll be
most of my income comes from being on this website so you may be paying me to make you look like a fool twice over unless of course you're only on the forum to pursue your insatiable need to troll, argue, insult, provoke and quarrel. and i'm not sure what this non-child related social security i'm supposed to be receiving is. do let me know so i can go and claim it. cheers.
most of my income comes from being on this website so you may be paying me to make you look like a fool twice over unless of course you're only on the forum to pursue your insatiable need to troll, argue, insult, provoke and quarrel. and i'm not sure