An open, IC letter to Joe Turner

Oh lordy, keep telling yourself people do things *just* to spite you. Keep telling yourself people even *think* about your opinion anymore. People stopped giving two tugs of a dead dog's cock about what you thought when you started stabbing them in the back, one by one -- and you, all you actually care about is getting your way, is getting attention, is being important and in control and in the spotlight. Hell, you're so vain you probably think this post is about you.

Do you have /any idea/ how long I've been watching my back?

I just wanted you to know how long you've been losing, because this shit -- all this political balancing and psychology and careful leading-on -- it's so much *fun*. It's a *brilliant* game. And I'm *so* good at it. God, I'm /fantastic/. And oh, you're such a *wonderful* sore loser! *Good* show.

Was it good for you, too? Oh, hold on -- 'it was my pleasure, and in the end, that's all that matters.'

Thanks for playing, sweetheart.