grudges against burnt lettuce

So its gone out like a candle. More of a camp fire that was raging full of dry pine needles for a brief minute before having the bucket poured. Then the smoke, the all encompassing mist dominating the otherwise dark calm. We had enough of the smoke during the blaze, we dont want or need it after the festivities are over. Sinking in to our clothes, so our nostrils are constantly on alert, always being assaulted by a long tiring fire. I've never seen this magnitude of hostility before. We can all understand the perspective, agree to disagree and let be but it could never be enough for them, for you, now could it? You had no secrets, any of you yet you regurgitate the same jetsam and flotsam every day. trophallaxis amongst your newly tightened security blanket. your network of parasites that feed on the happy, the blissfully unaware, the content ignorance. Maybe the world can only be a better place if we deliberately choose to ignore it once it penetrates our lives. ever think of that? its not stupidity its perfectly sane! We had to stay positive to justify the fight in the first place. its kind of a catch 22. Either we fight and get ridiculed, or we stay on the sidelines and watch it burn anyway. So now we're burned, we're all burned. Scarred memories. Its just astounding to me though that you people would purposely guide the dagger in, supervising the cutting, until the only thing left is the pieces you enjoy whining about. I know you wont care about my difficult mouse click. I know Im not worth the effort of confrontation. That would have mattered to me if I felt differently though. Now that theres absolutely zero chance of civility, whether YOU realized it or not, Im through with you. I wont bother pondering the whatifs and maybes with our friendships. I know where my loyalties lie, and its about time I choose black or white. i've been too gray most of my life. oh and by the way, maybe she just is better than you. I wouldnt REALLY know given how my last convo went, but considering the monstrosity you and your cronies have become, it isnt difficult to imagine her being completely right. I know no one comes here anymore, and maybe thats for the best, given the confessions and total lack of anonymity. American settlers used to hike mountains and carve their names into the rock, just to prove their place in time. We never could know those people, but its nice to imagine.