The author's attempt to hide behind such a thin vanner, does little to hide his bullying behaviours from all but those poor fools who are clueless to manipulation. Also he takes aim at those who can see the manipulation but are too cowardly to stand up for what they percive is a bully, he also trumpet call's to all those who can see what's he's up to, which is putting a mark on Weinstien, painting an unrealistic portrait of a weak man so those cowards who relish banding together to exploit the weak come out the woodwork.

One of the most amusing part's is at the end paragraph where in a final flourish and bow of his grubby soul's performance, he relishes scraping and pleading to us the audience that he is good person and how dare someone mention crackpot obviously gloryfieing in his deception of us, Don't count yet chickens sunshine.

Truth is he spent much time plotting and planning everyword because he gets a tingle being a sh#t stirrer. Truth is he has no control over these urges to get a tingle because his mind has been given no time to build resiliunce because he has lead himself down a path where all the processing power left to his brain is allocated to keeping his fantasy alive, trying to shoehorn truth into the narrative is beyond his grasp anymore The emotionaly disfigured phyce of the author is so blinded by its own misinformed Glee that its sly persona and style will go unnoticed and the mark he has put on Weinstien will be his downfall.

Your brain can only process so many emotions at once and if you have a strong uncontrolable emotion, like fantasying a make-believe world where you are not seen as the creepy pathetic little runt that you are, then your brain will not have time to critique said fantasy and you will become more separated from reality as your own primal urges lead you to gaslight yourself, cutting yourself off forever from the portrait you protray to others.

Now I will do you an enormous favour if you read this, I cannot release you from the years of toxic neurochemicals your ego has pumped and screwed your brain with ( maybe pray for a buddest path and hope for another lifetime or 10 to make ammends) but I can release you from this fantasy. You are not surviving on your cretinous underhanded ingenuity , but on the patience and kindness of everyone around you, like a begger who pretends he is a billionaire who doesn't carry money, but we feed you without telling you we know your a lier. I once watched an incident where Saint Ray was shouted at, he humbly took it in good grace, I asked him why he did not argue back and he told me God would not be happy at him if he did.

I too have strong emotional urges, for peace, for fairness, for joy, but recently a new powerful urge is surfacing in me, an urge to tell the truth born from a realisation that our kindness is now doing much harm, I'm being mindful that it should not blindside me, but in all honesty feel similar to Raymond, I feel like God would be unhappy with me if I didn't, so to you who wrote this, do you know you have laid bare your pathetic emotional landscape for all to see and from now on people will only use, avoid pray for or pity you. If you think I'm mistaking it is only proof of what a misguided poor deluded fool you have become

" Do you have the intelegence to understand how others perceive you through their eyes"

Now who cares if this piece of... calls Weinstien a crackpot, I like crackots, met a few and had good times with most. The author is trying to manipulate us, by fear, by evil and many methods displayed throughout the article, are we who read HN really going to pretend this is ok? that their is nothing wrong with this? This is not an arena for bull baiting and has lowered tone and standard of HN considerably