If You Always Tell the Truth…

....you never have to remember anything.

That holds true, and that holds true if you're sprayed with concetrated forms of alternative accounts of the truth. Stick to the original truth, then, and you'll never forget it. Your enemies, while not quite admiring you, will simply know that you know. It's all that you ever need to know.
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Otherwise good people can sure be funny, and they don't like it anymore than I do...a simple lie has to be covered by a lie which will become woven around another lie that muffles the tiny whimper of truth that's buried under a huge heap of slime. I'd never be able to keep all that straight, all the covering lies...in normal natrual self-defense of the buried truth, one pretty much has to know the motivations and movements, if any, of the accususations and accusers that need to keep the truth swathed in a bunch of horseshit. In my case, there never was any movement by the other side, and so their side stood still, entirely uninterested in peeling back the layers of muck, but still I waited, and waited, waiting...

Anyway, the issue's over, I guess. If anybody would have moved over there, it would have happened by now. In books, the News, the Bible, or in Greek mythology distortions like this have a way of coming around. They sure come around in television episodes of shows where there are detectives walking around interrupting people at work and chatting things over trying to get their man. Things sure come around that way. It's not too different with government investigators looking in on firms, and it's how real-life crime investigations work. The process extracts the truth and any obstructive means to cover it becomes evidence against the culprits.

All this stuff here will come around, too. Truth has a pesky way of staying rigid and strong. I may be in my seventies by the time that happens and my scourge is lifted, but things will sure come around. I intend to smile and keep on being happy between now and then. We couldn't move forward for the longest time, but with all that other crapola out of our way...

...I'm going to keep digging life and telling the truth, and I'll never have to remember anything, no matter how close I remain to the tellers of slander and the lies they're wrapped around.

Comments

[Todd]

You, moron, are not only a liar, you are not even good at it. You had three to four versions of the same lie before finally returning to the original lie and EVERYBODY knows it. Including you! This was not just true of a single topic but rather almost everything that left your mouth. That is why nobody likes you moron. Dumb Fuck!

Now STOP righting your lies about our family.

[S. Todd Clark]

“You ……. have a very long habit, when you think the blog is objectionable, of not contacting the guy who writes it and whining to Renae instead.”

Do you remember that quote? My response to you was something along the lines of …you either do not respond or you simply talk in circles. So far we are at the no response stage and I am preparing myself for the merry-go-round ride that we are no doubt about to embark upon. While I am waiting for that, I thought I would give you a direction to begin with. Feel free to veer off path at will.
This entry in your blog is a lie from beginning to end. You then followed it up with a lying smear of my girlfriend in a post that has since been removed but not apologized for. You stated that I had “hooked up” with my “neighbor’s wife”. That was an intentional lie. You knew full well that I “hooked up” with my neighbor’s former wife and they were no longer living together. I will add that I had no less than two talks with him before I made a single move in that direction.
You made that statement while making the point that I had moved on from bothering you because I had “hooked up” with her. That was another lie. You have not heard from me for months because I had not been aware that you had posted any more lies here about me or my family. I only recently got together with her.
I told you a long time ago that if you would stop posting your lies, you would be left alone and I kept my word. You didn’t. You lied. To that, I have a theory. I have come to believe that you thrive on chaos. You don’t mind that the people in your everyday life cannot stand to be around you so long as you have this, your little hyper-space hideaway, in which to play and hide. Reality is put on the shelf and you become “SUPER PHIL”, protector of TRUTH, JUSTICE, and THE AMERICAN WAY! Here you can create the perfect world were everybody likes you, nobody doubts what you say and nobody knows the truth. That is fine with me as long as you leave me and my family out of it. The people that visit you here don’t know that this is your fantasy land. They believe what you say here and think it is real. The truth is that I am fighting back. I am not the original attacker. I simply will not take the last blow. Ever!
As much as you hate it when I bring it up you keep forcing me to point out that when I first found out that Renae was going to leave me and marry you I invited you into our home and gave you my blessing in less than 24 hours. I only asked that you allow me an appropriate amount of time to deal with the blow. You shook your head and agreed with everything I asked. Was some of it a bit over the top? Yes! And given a little more time to recover from the blow I bet a man that could give you his blessing in less than 24 hours would also soften on his requests of you. You however had merely lied to me that day in my kitchen. You had no intention of being an honorable man. In less than a week I found out that you had broken almost every damn promise you made and were reaching for more. You are a liar. It’s what you do. It was you, not I, that struck the first blow and you have lied about just about everything that has happened since.
It wasn’t long before I was able to make a prediction to Renae. I told her that you would attempt to take the house that I had invested hundreds of hours and thousands of dollars in without the slightest bit of compensation. I even told her that this process would begin on the day you returned from your honeymoon. Bingo! I’m not a brilliant man, your just evil and evil is easy to predict.
On the topic of compensation, while all of this was going on, you had possession of my car so Renae would have something to drive. I made the payment and received nothing from you for over a year. I finally received one payment before I had finally had enough of your crap and took it back. (To be completely accurate, I did receive a few checks but I was always asked not to cash them because something had come up.)
You also beat the drum over a credit card that I had agreed to pay for a solid year. I repeatedly told you to give me the information I needed in order to do so to no avail. You accused me of being lazy and irresponsible and refusing to do what I said I would. After a year of this you finally admitted that you had it, gave it to me and it was done within a week. The reason you finally gave it to me was because you needed it off of her credit rating. Again, you were the liar. Anybody see a pattern here? Remember Phil, I still have practically every e-mail you have ever sent me. I knew I would someday need them and I am more than willing to dig through them and produce them here if you feel the need to go there.
Now let’s expand on my theory for a moment, I believe you thrive on chaos. Here are a couple of the classics that your fans might remember.
Does anyone remember the post about his trip to the woman’s shoe store? You know Phil, the one in which you cussed out the sales girl because you couldn’t find any men’s shoes? You couldn’t wait to rush home and tell the world about your great adventure. You even told about how your poor victim advised you that a nap might well do you some good.
This is, I believe, how your mind works. You felt victimized by a store that discriminated against your immediate need…shoes. So you lashed out at someone who was merely doing her job…selling shoes. You then rushed home, put on your cape and became “SUPER PHIL”, “corrector of wrongs”, and went immediately to work saving the world. In your world you were the hero. In the real world you were just a pathetic man lashing out at an innocent girl who didn’t have the slightest ability to make things the way you wanted them to be.
Another of my personal favorites was your perceived moment of triumph which came crashing down and leaving you the victim once again. It all happened in church on what most people thought would be just another day of worship at the church of their choosing.
It would seem that you had long held some degree of animosity for the preacher of said church. The reason for this animosity was left unclear in the blog you wrote about this but that doesn’t really matter. What happened is what speaks to my point. It seems that you had long requested a forum in which to speak to the congregation. This is something that the church leaders resisted for quite some time, as you might think they would given that you had nothing in particular to say. You wrote that even after they finally relented, you did not plan anything but rather just said whatever popped into your head at the time. Your stated intention was merely to burn up time so that the preacher you hated so much would not be allowed to address the congregation on that day. To what point the reader of the blog I am referring to was left to speculate, but that was the reasoning you gave.
If I remember this correctly, you said you were allowed to speak for about 20 minutes. This seems to me to be and extraordinary amount of time for a church to give to someone during their worship time to a man who has nothing in particular to say and I thought it to be a very Christian thing for them to do. When it became apparent to them that you were only wasting their time, they shepherd hooked your sorry butt off the stage.
Did you appreciate the gesture they had made? No, not “SUPER PHIL”, you were once again called to action. Now to be completely fair I must state that the blog I am referring to was written some years later but I believe that you stated that you had written about it back then as well. I could be wrong on that point but I doubt it. Nonetheless, you rose to action, belated or not, and told the world of your mistreatment. Have you ever once stopped to consider how the parishioners felt about your selfish intrusion on their holy time? I doubt it.
The point here is, this church did not attack you, you attacked it! As is your wont, you launched a preemptive attack and claimed to be the victim. I’m not your first, nor will I be your last. I’m just the one that fights back. This is the point that this is all leading up to; “SUPER PHIL” is nothing but a liar who attacks the innocent and hides behind fantasy. I won’t let him do that to my girlfriend, my family or me! I will fight back, even if I have to wade through fantasy land to do it.
I will end this salvo with my recollection of a “Dennis the Menace” comic I saw when I was a boy. People like our hero always remind me of this simple little comic. Dennis was sitting in the corner in his rocking chair, holding his teddy bear, looking back at his mother with a tear running down his cheek. His mother was looking down at him with her arms crossed and a stern look on her face. The caption below was Dennis saying, “He hit me back first!”
July 18, 2009 | Todd

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