1 No, it isn't a lie. The fact that you know history is your enemy -- particularly your history on this site -- is no reason for the rest of us to forget the past.
I've been having conversations with you for, what, six years now? We first crossed paths when you were pushing for carryover to be slashed in GD, and even back then you were lying about your "silent majority" of GD users who supported you wholeheartedly but were too timid to post in the forums to defend your position (you know, the exact same lie you just recycled with your "I get sitemails!" bullshit).
Back then you were purely a sideshow to the snake_p masterclass in trolling, but I still remember those threads. I even semi-complimented, semi-mocked your stubbornness and refusal to ever give ground on any point ever by posting a giant picture of a Weeble and saying it was actually a picture of you.
When the conversation moved to politics, in the run-up to Bush-Kerry, I went months treating you exactly the same as I treated every other user I've ever talked to on this site. You kept lying, and kept spinning and kept bullshitting, and my treatment of you changed right along with that stream of **** you directed my way (and everybody's way, but they're responsible for their own reactions). This would have been about the time you admitting that Karl Rove was your hero, and that you modeled your debate tactics after his political tactics, which says it all really.
We're at the place we are now because you have lied to me constantly and consistently for six years, swamp. Six ******* years. That's how deep the hole you've dug for yourself is.
I don't give a **** what positions you take on any issue. I care whether you are honest in expressing them and defending them.
You are not. Never have been, and at this point I have to assume you never will be. When I have fun with obscenities and rip you multiple new ********, that's what it's borne out of. Six ******* years of lies.
So go hide behind your silent majority. Hide behind your phantom sitemails, your 100 hypothetical people in a hypothetical mall that perfectly reflect the imaginary reality in your head. Draw what strength you can from shadows and lies, because you are terrified of being alone and standing on your own two feet.
I know it's all you have.