I can't believe someone on this group desires more TROLLING.
If you can't get your fill of nonsense here try a group like
alt fan art bell.

I apologize to Telamon for perhaps bringing to mind his own understandable
frustration in trying to talk sense to the poor soul who called himself "Sebas"
or "White Buffallo" [sic]; of course the very fact that no one -- not Telemon,
not *anyone* -- could reach a cognitive, rational core at the heart of this
strange creature puts his screeds in a unique category. In fact, though there
is a lot of ill-tempered or illogical nonsense on alt.fan.art-bell (as there
was/is on his show), I'd claim that "Sebas" has reached a pinnacle of
incoherency.

Humor is a delicate thing; and this forum reaches a huge public. So there is no
surprise that some may not share my own amusement in reading the rather
predictable threads of Sebas: a wild, incomparably strange rant, obsessing about
Larry Magne and his magazine; followed by a series of attempts from sane people
to talk the poor fool down from his dangerous, manic state.

Sebas, at his most crazily inspired, wove a tapestry of his compulsions that can
be argued, one must ruefully admit, to be ON-TOPIC with regard to the charter of
this newsgroup: the discussion of shortwave radio. For the sole subject of
Sebas' reveries was the book PASSPORT TO WORLD-BAND RADIO and his inability to
accept Mr. Magne's excellent and serious publication as anything representative
of a *human* effort rather than a Socratic Archetype viewed *only* inside the
head of of a highly-troubled Sebas (and perceived that strange way by *nobody*
else.)

In elevated tone of voice, involving occasional flowery and sometimes archaic
English (not, surely, his native tongue), Sebas wove his tortured arguments
(with allusions to mythology, fairy tales, and screwball sociology) in a unique
manner that, in a decade of perusing Usenet, I can't find an absolute parallel
to: diatribes that any sane reader perceives as being monuments of silly lunacy.
And that's the point: they were SILLY, over-the-top, extreme, weird, and wild:
like the drug-infused monologues of the famous old 1950's nightclub comedian,
the hipster genius "Lord Buckley" (minus the jazz-argot, of course.)

Unlike you, Telamon -- and with apologies to any practicing clinical
psychologists who view this group -- I found them genuinely amusing. With each
admonishment from a saner, wiser respondent, Sebas was driven to higher flights
of frenzy.

Didn't someone -- Frank Dresser, perhaps? -- once question if the posts were
*real* and sincere, or instead a gigantic put-on? It's a distinct possibility.

Rather than invoke more "trolling" here on the group, I wanted to express my own
rather morbid amusement at the *apparent* progressive deterioration of ego that
these contributions seemed to represent, and their unwitting humor.

So: no, please; no trolling requested. Sorry, Telamon, to make you suspect that
this was my motive. What I really anticpated, with some relish, was perhaps a
flight of fancy from some of the jokesters on the board who (like Frank)
occasionally light up the tone and give many of us a hearty chuckle. If other
readers beside Telemon find my suggestion to be unfunny, in bad taste, and a
sure invitation to chaos, then I've learned my lesson.

Best to all,
AUTEUR





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