User talk:Serinmort

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[edit] Hello

Hello Serinmort. Although you are new, to this re-incarnation, it is no secret that you are familiar to most on the Ref Desk. In fact, with all the hints you have offered doesn't take a huge leap of imagination to work out exactly who you are. So its also highly likely you that realise you are not welcome to edit Wikipedia, and also that we can link your previous account to this one without too much effort. So what exactly do you hope to achieve here? Rockpocket 01:25, 28 October 2007 (UTC)

I never expected my identity to be secret. My intention is what it's always been: Enlightening and civil intellectual discourse with the likes of Nicknack, only this time minus the futile attempts to knock any sort of sense into a trio of stubborn, narrow-minded and thick-skulled Admins. I realize that I'm not welcome here by you and two other Admins, and frankly, I couldn't care less.

So do as you will. Try as you may to block Serinmort for no other reason than because you don't like him. Can it get any more ad hominem than that? Talk about a witch-hunt! And as I've learned quite well, there's nothing less popular than being perceived as an obsessive, vindictive, witch-hunter! Serinmort 16:34, 1 November 2007 (UTC)

Unbelieveable. Absolutely unbelieveable. It had slipped my mind that I actually did try once more to knock some sense in with that remark on the infallible doctor's talk page. That was a mistake. A momentary lapse of reason. I'd somehow got it into my head that somehow, someway, just the slightest degree of sensibility would kick in. I'd forgotten that logic has no place here.

Clio basically told Dirk he doesn't know shit, and so I basically parrotted that back to her in order to try to point out to you guys once again for the zillionth time that you're letting her get away with murder.

And then came the ugliness. I'd forgotten about the whole thing until just now when I noticed in my contributions that I'd apparently made a remark on her page. Talk about a personal attack. I swear I've rarely seen such sickening thoughts put into words. And all about me. Such anger, such twisted hatred, such disturbed imagery...

No. I don't care how irritating this whole thing is. It's not worth it. This girl is not well, and NEITHER of us are helping. Haven't you noticed how many regulars have simply stopped editing out of frustration? Haven't you noticed how pretty much every question is answered by the same person? Do you not realize how responsibile you are for having actively participated in the transformation of the Humanities RefDesk from once being a vibrant place where one could find a multifaceted, multidimensional answer written by a variety of differing editors, each with his own invaluable unique insights and perspectives, into the stale, single-faceted unidimensional, useless place it is now?

No. It's not worth it. It's futile. Worse actually. Perhaps I share in some of the blame myself. If it wasn't for my relentless protestations, perhaps the whole thing would have blown over, Clio would have gotten bored of the Humanities RefDesk, moved on, and it wouldn't be the cold, sterile place it is now.

Perhaps I lost perspective, and didn't realize the magnitude of the harm that my persistent challenges could potentially inflict on a very fragile and terribly imbalanced young mind.

Just please read the damn thing over, Rockpocket. Here it is: [1]. Those rants of hers are clearly not the product of a healthy mind. I recognize that now. I have to stop. What I'm doing is wrong. So to all who will inevitably read this, I say publicly to Clio:

You win. I lose. You're right. I'm wrong. You're smart and you were right all along, I'm an intellectually impoverished imbecile. Yes, as you say, I'm pathetic. I'm honestly, genuinely sorry for having caused you such grief. I don't belong editing here on Wikipedia as I can't even approach your level of intelligence. I wish you nothing but health and happiness. Be well.

-Lewis with four degrees. X 20:33, 1 November 2007 (UTC)