A Tragedy of Sadness

This thread should really be titled Twat The Fucking Useless Gerbil #2 but that would be too harsh. What I am writing about is something that requires delicacy and gentleness because it is tinged with sadness.

The recent and desperately still ongoing exchanges between Eugene Frison and Don Ledger, spread across at least two different threads and possibly three – I lost interest and couldn’t keep up – have been quite remarkable. “Remarkable” implies outstanding in the sense of quality but the reality is that they have been utterly pathetic. Rarely have I seen a man destroy himself and make himself look so utterly foolish as Eugene Frison has done. Its been like watching an articulate but imature child shoot himself in both feet. Don has just sat back, prodded the fire occasionally, and then let Eugene do the rest. If Don was a cruel man, which I doubt he is, he will now be laughing his proverbial head off. More likley he will just have permitted himself a smile.

The content of the exchanges don’t even seem to matter anymore and I’m certainly not going to dig all the material out and parade it here. One snippet in particular though does go a long way to explain a lot.

From Eugene: “Don't worry, I'll be very brief.” 70 lines later, this self obsessed idiot is still at it.

And as the argument/debate begins to unravel, because anything Eugene is involved with eventually does, it is always the same accusations from him;

“It is you who have deliberately misinterpreted what I said.”

“You have chosen to ignore the points I made about……….”

“How come you didn't respond to my questions concerning…………..”

“I, at no point, argued that…………….”

And so on.

The List needs a rest from Eugene for a while so that both he and we can forget a little.