As some of you may know – and if you read Filipino Voices – I am engaged in a rather heated meeting of the mind-and-empty-vacuous-skull… a debate… I don’t know what to call it anymore, with The High Priest of Smokes. What was supposed to be an argument on the basis of things important to us has degenerated into an absolute embarrassment.
Now this not FV, and not the Jester-in-Exile’s debate thread; this is my blog. I believe that for me to properly address this issue, it is important for me to look at things objectively. Why would HP obsess himself with refuting every single one of my points to the point of near-speechlessness and stuttering? Why does he spend sleepless nights calling me names and calling me “Mr. Marocharim?”
After a few cigarettes, a trip around social network sites, and e-mails, I became a wee bit depressed.
A leisurely download festival, and skipped dinner, and a couple of cigarettes later, I finally figured it out:
The High Priest of Smokes is in love with Marocharim.
That is… ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!
