maybe i reacted too harshly to him, but he really burns my ass, with his blather about following the bells of the spirit, and his saintly army of the good marching behind him on his hero's journey. something tells me he's ringing the bells himself, and calling himself the god of bell ringers. it sounds like, what's the word, tautology, with a generous leavening of self-satisfied redundancy. the main thing that's provoking probably is his hiney's quick and careless dismissal of little old me. and it's not just about him, it's about faking. he's faking it. he claims to be forthright, but hides in plain sight. he writes to conceal what he can't reveal.
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