Go read Jack's very first post here. Note in retrospect the sly mocking tone. Then read his next ten or so posts. They presage all that followed. Great long-running theatre! And my tonguewistic analysis still proves that he is a conjoined personality. Having dinner with schmucks.
Look at this one. Jack did not write this. Maybe Saint Liz did. Or Archangel Spydie. No grammatical errors. Well reasoned. Few typing errors. No spelling errors. No misused words. Unaccustomed use of subordinate santa clauses. No repetition of old posts. D'ordinaire, you can copy a short new Jack sentence, search on it, and find one or more near or exact matches. I have long suspected a random cut-and-paste approach to Jack posting. Also sometimes it is clear that the conjoined minds sit around a computer drinking beers, yukking it up, and writing in "Naked Came the Stranger" style. I am insanely frustrated that they don't invite me to participate. I can mock ET with the best of them.
You have to be kidding me. Are you serious? Hypo, come on. Stop disappointing me... Well reasoned?!Take the last paragraph for instance. WTF was it? No repetition? PS:Thanks for pointing to the movie. Will watch it sometime.
So I eggsaggerated. But you see the difference in style from the usual incoherent rants. I am minded to add that there is indeed a cultic undercurrent. Years ago I was on the receiving end of the most viciously vituperative PM exchange you can invagine. Cruel, pointed character attacks in the misguided opinion that I have any character. And several times Jack read me so well that he plunged his hand into my heart and squeezed. But he didn't know that I don't have one. Make no missnake. He is VERY good at NLP. Speaking of movies, this personality inexplicably doesn't have MarketSlurper on ignore. He recently posted a link to the upcoming film "The Master", a loose depiction of the style of L. Ron Hubbard. Or maybe it is about Jack? I am so confused.
Well. That is the Hypo I knew. I almost dropped dead. You scared the shit out of me. Well, I guess the only difference between you, me and Jack is that we both are lovely assholes but he is an evil one. PS: I hope I provided some clarity.
Your garden variety manic cultic guru will spew forth in push-of-speech style a machine-gun stream of derivative plattitudes and platypusses. Some of them will be true, and resonate with the prospective accolyte (or in Jack's case, accolite). I read him closely because some of the word vomit contains re-edible pieces. Remember, he is not one person, he is biblical Legion. So sometimes a gem of truth finds its way out, like an accidentally swallowed diamond.
You have to be drunk... Hypo, stop this nasty habit. It is 11 in the morning. Start looking for some pussy instead.
It's Friday. When I as working I loved Fridays. Now that I am trading I fucking hate them. And Mondays, too. So my choice was drink or shoot. Never both. But as I tweaked some codas yesterday I decided to stay home and watch them work. But that is so dull, like watching a five-minute chart, that I am two-thirds of the way through a bottle of Piper Sonoma Brut, conveniently on sale this week six for $14.64 each. One of those codes, BTW, is a hack at realizing Jack's "always in" dictum. Not possible IMO on five-minute, but on one-minute I am getting close.