People don't listen to me because a) My spelling is appalling (which it
is, but I can't help that), b) My posts are un-imaginably to long (They
are really not any more, this ones long because it is addressed to an
old friend of mine, this attitude also means that most of the slander
aimed at me is based apon reading two lines of my posts . . . morons) or
c) because I'm Mhaldorian and no one will listen to a Mhaldorian . . .
ever, period! Mhaldorians Lie, Mhaldorians smell, Mhaldorians are icky,
icky, icky! And this actually /is/ the maturity level shown by most . .
. but then again, it is the prelivant attitude that is cultivated
against us, for reasons I shall go into in a later posting.

To Molotov :
------------

I was wondering when you'd drag your patronisingly self righteous
opinions onto the news boards Molotov.

You were a puppet of the Church in my colourful youth. I despised you
then and I despise you now.

In the past my posts were written from with in Ashtan against the
Church, of course most of the Church thort I was a joke, the Church
thort that Servelan de Vermiis was a joke . . . you and they were and
are the enemy. To laugh at some one is the easiest way to publicly deal
with a threatening voice. To down play intelligence into stupidity.

Those which fall foul of my quill will always dislike my posts, will
always claim they have 'no meaning' as because the meaning involves
/them/, they blind themselves to it. But sometimes their little drones
aren't as completely indoctrinated as their masters may think.

What goes around comes around . . . which is our point exactly.

You attack my honour as a Scholar. In reference to this I would very
much like to direct you towards my 1st place Bardic Essay, entitle
'Genocidial Purification Methods' . . . but the Gods have not made that
paper available to us mortals yet. Instead, I would point you in the
direction of public post No. 10982, an essay titled "Mhaldorian
Freedom". But, you won't read any of my works and you will continue to
look down your nose at me in ignorance. All for one, maybe even all of
the reasons given in the first part of this post.

Good day Dwarf.

The Rev.


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Phaestian, in the year 334 AF.