"I am and always have been a gentleman here and in the rest
of the world. I'm entitled to pat myself on the back if I wish.
I am also free to label those I feel don't fit my idea of what
a gentleman is or should be."
-- The Delusions of Ray Haddad
In article 4ax.com>,
Ray Haddad iexpress.net.au> wrote:
> Sylvia wrote:
>
>> My question in March was:
>> "How could Ray Haddad think that *anyone* could be stupid enough to even
>> *consider* that he could be telling the truth about his two month long
>> daily bombing of Hanoi, that the United States committed not just an Act
>> of War, but a sneaky, inexcusable, horrendously Aggravated Act of War...
>> and no one ever noticed? Not even the citizens of Hanoi?"
Unable to refute my point about his lies, Ray Haddad falls back on one
of his favorite tactics: Sex as a Weapon.
> The problem with you is getting to be more and more funny as each
> attempt to get into my pants fails.
Oh, riiight, Haddad--you think every one who kicks yer lyin' butt does
it because they "lust" after you. Yer one sick puppy.
Shamey, shamey, Haddad--tell us more about "Catholic Church doctrine".
Ray Haddad: "You want me, baby. I know you do. Give in to
the temptation."
Miz Ultraviolet: "Done and dusted. And you have the heel marks
to prove it."
Ray Haddad: "I'm far more of a gentleman than to announce
that I dusted you several posts back."
Miz Ultraviolet: "FOI check into Motel 6 with IKYABWAI.
Ray Haddad: "Is that where you want to meet?
"You really are hot for me. I can tell. Admit
it. You can't leave my posts alone. Even when
I'm bordering on being cruel to you, like a
battered housewife, you return begging
for more."
Miz Ultraviolet: "Gentleman morphs into borderline batterer.
Film at 11.
" 'Just shows ta go ya,' says postman. 'He
never left me a tip at Christmas.' "
Ray Haddad: "You're beginnnig to look like a stalker, Paula.
I've never had one of those before, either.
This is so cool.
"Look, just face up to those obsessive
feelings you have for me and you'll be a lot
happier. You know you want me so just give in." http://tinyurl.com/ynkfmd
"I believe in the legal institution of marriage
and the Sacrament of Marriage."
- Ray Haddad in MW
"I taught of the Catholic Church doctrine [...] I taught of
remaining in the state of grace never knowning when we
would have to face our Maker."
-- Ray Haddad preaching in MW
Way to stay in a state of grace, Haddad.
> One day, you'll learn not to play with fire, Sylvia.
<...>
Now, why would Ray Haddad claim that his pants are in flames...?
OH! Of course!
LIAR! LIAR! PANTS ON FIRE!
Ray Haddad: "Yes. You want me. A guy can tell these things.
Don't hide your feelings. Let them free or
you'll fill up with a gas and explode.
Very mess, that."
Miz Ultraviolet: "It was good for me last time I stomped
all over you in my new pink shooze. I admit
it. Now what?"
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Miz Ultraviolet: "No."
Ray Haddad: "Oh, dear. You came here, made a comment unsolicited
Miz Ultraviolet: "Gawd.
Ray Haddad: " and you really believe I am tagging you?
Miz Ultraviolet: "You're terribly confused.
Ray Haddad: "Get real, girly. You're hot for me.
Miz Ultraviolet: "Uh huh.
Ray Haddad: "You want me. You are hot for me. You know it. Just
admit it. I'm flattered by your attention, young
lady. I thought I'd left all that kind of thing
behind me but you make me feel young again."
Miz Ultraviolet: "You're just so sssssexxxSAY when you beg me to
stomp you, I just can't help myself.
"Er, you might want to put a tourniquet on that."
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"Cut it out. You're making people feel creeped-out again.
"Officer, he's flirting again! Make him stop!"
-- Mr. Hope regarding Ray Haddad
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" Try that or become a gentleman, like me. [...]
"5. You have denied sending me e-mail messages about how
your mother murdered your father and your brothers beat you
up. I am enclosing those wonderful pieces of mail from you in
PatMail.zip. Use the address above for the best laugh of your
life. Gotcha one more time, Pat! I laughed so hard I nearly hurt
myself permanently.
"You know, of course, that many psychologists will tell you that
when the argument begins to degrade to the point of one person
using foul language, that peson has admitted to losing the
argument. I guess you lost, Pat. [...]
"The Object of Pat's Most Fervent Desires and Lust, Ray"
-- Ray "a gentleman like me" Haddad to MR. AncientMagician
while offering everyone copies of the latter's entrusted email
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Mr. Stan: "I see Frank and Hotlips are slow-dancing."
Ray Haddad: "And it just turns you on, doesn't it, big boy?"
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A Night in the Life of Ray Haddad, Self-Described CHICK MAGNET:
"I'm up late. Just got back from a gig. A hen's night for a
wedding shower. Just a bunch of lovely gals all very, very drunk
and me. So drunk, in fact, that one of them actually made a pass
at me. Mrs Ray is always so amused when I tell her about those
incidents. It was hard but I turned the lady down.
"Mrs Ray often comes along with me for the larger shows where
I need sound, music and etc. Once, as I was doing my cabaret
show which has me wandering through the audience, she actually
saw (from the sound stage area) a woman grab me. It sort of
startled me as this was a very swank gig and I don't often feel
any other woman's hand besides Mrs Ray's in that location. She
thought initially the lady was after my wallet but when I returned
by the same route, she saw much better what happened as the
lady did it yet again.
Miz Ultraviolet: "Doesn't matter how you twist and whine now, Ray.
You begged me to call you several times and posted
your phone number. The posts are archived.
" [Haddad] 'You're hot for me, baby. Call
me for some therapy.'
"I mean, dur."
Ray Haddad: "I worry about you."
Miz Ultraviolet: "Says the drama queen who reacted to a small poke
by shrieking 800 times that I'm obsessed and
scrawling his phone number on the wall."
Ray Haddad: "You are obsessed, my sniping friend. Why, pray tell,
would you continue to stalk me like this?"
[...]
Miz Ultraviolet: "Gosh, I had no idea my posts were causing you to
swoon in ecstacy. I'm so glad I've been able to
bring this torrent of joy into your obviously drab
little existence."
Ray Haddad: "Now, about that phone call. I'm in the office as I
type this and I'm ready to listen to your issues."
Miz Ultraviolet: "I'm sure you are...'ready'."
[...]
Miz Ultraviolet: "Really? Why not give me a sample right here?
Let's hear what this "therapy" of yours
would entail."
Ray Haddad: "Call me. You know you want to.
Mr. Stan: "Ray, you're starting to give me the oogs."
Ray Haddad: "And Paula's stalking doesn't bother you?
What kind of cop are you?"
Miz Sylvia: "One who doesn't think that your giving Miz UV
yer telephone number and saying 'Call me'
in a post, especially when she sez she doesn't
want to talk to you, kinda, mebbe, destroys
the credibility of yer cry that yer bein'
stalked by Miz UV?"
Ray Haddad: "Not really. My office phone number is public record
and available to anyone who visits my web
site. I didn't offer up any trade secrets
or anything.
"Go here: [snip 3 web sites] and you'll find
more than one way to contact me here at my
office."
Miz Sylvia: "That's nice. You posted yer phone number and
told Miz UV to call you and then said she
was stalking *you*."
