By Harriette Schwartz
How sad that your need to attack stems so deep that you attempt to tear down the memories of others. Tragic that you obviously have no such highlights in your own life for if you did I am certain you would laud them and post them everywhere for all to see, for you are a braggart in addition to so many other nasty qualities.
Thus, you attempt to chastise those of us who do; whose lifetime accomplishments include photographs with people of note or events you could never be a part of. Beauty contests could never work for you, someone whose ugliness goes down to the bottom of their soul. Thus your need to make achievements of others seem small becomes another function of your scurrilous modus operandi. Unlike you, reminiscing about days gone by is normal. I guess sending out rambling messages under assumed names as if it were someone defending you on blog websites is apparently normal is in your book—NOT!
If you somehow think this petty jealousy will obliterate your childish and vile behavior, think again. The number of people who are wise to your modus operandi grows everyday. It is just a matter of time before you sit alone on your virtual group throne, wondering where all your members have gone. Well, what do you expect? You cannot tell an adult what Facebook groups they can and cannot join. Certainly you cannot punish a member with bouncing them from your group, simply because they join someone else’s and not expect retribution for such treatment. Get a clue you crazy loon, nobody likes or respects “Hitler-like” dictators.
Go ahead and delude yourself with the thought that these other Facebook groups are so awful in content that their membership numbers are declining daily. I got news for you pallie, both of the groups in question have been steadily growing in numbers everyday, with the people you have tried to bully for not obeying your edict not to join them. Isn’t it funny how your own angst is working against you? Oh, you don’t see the amusement in that? Hee hee, well we do.
Pallie, understand that your virtual empire is crumbling all around you and that no matter how hard you “cry wolf” and bemoan that others are stepping on you, people are beginning to see you as the real animal out to hurt everyone you cannot control. We see beneath that whiney “woe is me” exterior, right down to the ugliness that lies just under the surface. You are losing your grip and the audience enjoying, watching and laughing keeps on getting larger all the time.