Dearest Marmalade,
Amphetamines and obsession are a terrible combo, but I hope you haven't missed the irony in your criticism of Evey for starting drama while attempting to bully mods and clearly doing your damnedest to cause drama yourself.
We'll gloss over the fact that part of your post was spent agreeing with posts from people who had misinterpreted the 'no embeds' rule, although that's kinda telling as regards your state of sobriety. I'd ignore the rest of your waffle too; however, there are some points which I feel deserve addressing, so here goes:
Reporting of posts
As a prolific post reporter yourself, I find your hypocrisy baffling. Especially as you're aware that both you and I have been advised to report any incidences of interpersonal abuse. Moreover, wasn't it you who dredged through several years' worth of my posts in order to present some kind of 'proof' of my propensity for making 'insidious, malicious comments' which (mysteriously) only you could spot?
Do you honestly believe that you were the only person to whom knock talked 'out of school'? You'd be wrong. The difference being that only one of us was obsessed and foolish enough to get him sacked by publicly blabbing about it.
'Taking the piss out of your drug use'
You were making some bizarre posts around the time of your xanax / booze / speed phase, and I have no regrets about commenting on them. It was, however, far from 'taking the piss'. It was the same kind of stuff I've said to countless other BLers, only you took exception for a combination of reasons.
You always invoke your mother's death when you mention this, don't you? As I seem to remember you doing for quite some time after I had severed our 'friendship'. I'm sorry that you lost your mother - I watched my own father die six weeks ago, so I know how it can be. Using it to bolster a smear campaign against somebody is a little manipulative, distasteful and crass though, don't you think?
The 'real' me, and how people who get 'close' recoil in fear
Now we're getting to the real hysterical bit.
Is there anybody on Bluelight who would claim to 'know' me, beyond what they read on screen? Do you happen to know anybody who knows me in real life, Marmalade? I think both of those questions have one possible answer, and it's two letters long. Three if you're French.
As for the 'army of people' who dislike me enough to no longer post on Bluelight, my heart really does bleed. Seriously, do you all get together and talk about me? :D
The pissy Converse
You actually believed a word of that story?
Now, sorry for interrupting Gibberings. As you were.
*All pissy Converse donations from teenage girls are, however, gratefully accepted.