Hi Judith,
Oh, that made me roar when you wrote what that daft bat said: " I was a terrible woman and was depriving my husband of his Turkishness "! Haha! Such an egotty thing to say! Oh, before I continue, some members may have noticed that I deleted three messages posted by three separate members. I had to do that due to the vile content, and for their own sakes. For anyone to wish someone cancer is utterly repelling, and I couldn't keep that sort of thing on here. Of course, they demonstrated perfectly just how jealousy warps some people's minds, but I have to draw the line somewhere. Oh, and just for the record, no - I was not 44 in that article - and the member knows that, too. BUT, people think I look 44 now! Haha! Good genes and all that.......... But I am never really shocked, now, but these fruitbacks remarks, and I understand there are lots of twisted, disturbed characters around who are so filled with the pain of jealousy, that they wish and say the most dreadful of things. As it happens, these insults ricochet off me like a bouncy ball, and have about as much impact on me as a feather falling on my head. Their boring, repetive, same old, same old drab insults have no affect on me whatsoever - I've heard them a thousand times - and am totally inured to them. In fact, I only knew about this remark made by the misfits who wished I had cancer, from another member, who told me on the telephone. So I logged on and deleted the posts without even reading them.
Do you know, I remember watching David Beckham being interviewed on TV a long time ago, and he said how a few so-called 'fans' would shout out the most appaling insults to him, and one time a man screeched out "I hope your son gets cancer!" David Beckham looked disgusted when he repeated that, as did the interviewer, but it just shows you the evilness that flows through some of these wicked, evil misfits. Now, I know I don't look like David Beckham; neither do I have all his money or fame - and I'm a lousy footballer! But I'm still amazed that some women can become so filled with hatred for me - me, a stranger to them - simply becasue they are jealous. I just don't understand it. Happy, contented people NEVER feel healous - of anyone. Even when I sometimes flick through a magazine and see someone like Angelina Jolie relaxing on a luxurious yacht somewhere in the Bahamas or Virgin Islands, I think "Ooooh, how wonderful that must be!" and think how lucky she is to have such fortune. But as soon as I flick the page over I've forgotten about it.
I actually have a theory that these twisted misfits enjoy dwelling on me as they're sat stuck, trapped, in their stuffy, smelly rooms, bashing out all their pain on their keyboard. I think I'm a distraction for them - like an emotional punchbag. And by focusing so much on me they don't have to confront the real-life shit that is their lives - so far better for them that they block that out and think about me instead. Of course, what they REALLY should be doing is going to their local library and taking a self-help book out, such as "How To Improve Your Life And Stop Feeling Jealous Of Others"
I realise that many of these fruitbats are severy disadvanteged in many ways; either they're obese and old before their time, or have a face like a bag of spanners - or they're dirt poor (in many cases all 3!) Well, that's not MY fault! Why should I apologise for being more fortunate than they are?!
Ruby - who will be back next weeek (her PC is playing up in Turkey) told me that she has been following my posts for years, and she thinks I give good advice, which possibly hits a nerve with some people (ouch!) and many of my posts are interesting or amusing and witty. She said those dull, boring members who couldn't hold a candle to me, hate the fact they're drab and invisible, and the only way they can get attention is by screeching like hyenas, and throwing out the most vile insults. Sad isn't it? The fact is, they resent my intellect and wit (when I'm in the mood to write) and they can't answer back with an equally witty response. So instead, they say the most repulsive insults they can dreg up out of their limited brain power. Of course, I know I can be bitchy and take the piss - but that's always when someone is behaving like a total twat, or they're hounding me and asking to be insulted. However, although I do indeed insult them back, I have NEVER, NEVER wished them illnesses, death, or laughed at their tragedies. Neither have I said I was PLEASED someone they loved was killed, and I have never called someone's granddaughter a bastard (which again - is incorrect) To take your venom out on a delightful beautiful young girl is the lowest of the low.
They're also pathalogically jealous of anyone in a successful loving relationship, probably because they've never been loved in their whole lives. These are very damaged individuals, and they need intense therapy to help them come to terms with their disadvantages in life, and should try and improve their lives by moving on and concentrating on THEMSELVES - rather than me.
I realise that many of them are in the most deprived circumstances possible, and their only hope of finding a man (and man) is to buy one. All of their men are using spongers (which deep down they must know) and despite the men being equally vile and repulsive - even THEY abscond as soon as they've squeezed the fruitbat dry. Just like a lemon - they squeeze every drop of juice they can out of them, and then chuck them in the bin with not as much as a thank you. No wonder they are so sour and bitter!
Judith, who is one of the very few members who has what they would all love to have : a loving, caring husband who dotes on his wife and their son - and puts them FIRST - reminds them of how putrid their own scummy relationships are. Judith has a wonderful marriage and family; lives in a beautiful home in a beautiful area, and her husband has embraced British culture - for the simple reason he wants to spend all his life with his wife and son - and his life, family and home are now in England. Slightly off-topic, but I have noticed how it's always the intelligent and genuine men who enjoy - and want to - become part of British culture. That isn't to say men like Judith's husband forget their roots - but because they fell in love with a British woman - and are intelligent - they want to involve themselves with the culture and enjoy the parts they like. Unlike the typical fruitbags sponging visa-husbands who, as soon as they step foot on British soil, leg it down to the nearest Turkish coffee shop and kebab house, and has no interest in British culture at all - unless it's a means of making para, para, para.
Judith is also envied because she is intelligent, intellectual, knowledgeable - and can put an argument across, that, besides being unbeatable, is done in such a civilised way, that the fruitbats don't have the same brain power in which to respond. That is why she was banned from TL - the manager is jealous of Judith - and I suspect the said manager felt threatened by Judith's superior intellect and knowledge, and she reminded her (albeit unwittingly) of her many inadequacies.
Of course, it's all very sad in a way, especially as these women's only means of realeasing their pent-up frustration is by bashing out boring old insults on a compter screen. That is their life. And that's why I pity them.
Strawbs