I’m editing this post and removing a lot of it. I don’t intend to waste anymore time on these three stooges from Quora, Rick Klugman, Kelley Spartiatis of Gia Sena homemade soaps, and Cassandra Sullivan. Someone was trying to negotiate a truce among us, but it isn’t going to work, mainly because I don’t trust any of them.
Spartiatis’ wording in her ‘bullying’ post is typical of Chicken Little who speaks only her truth: I sent one email to Jacky Dror telling her to tell her crazed friends to quit collapsing my answers.
Klugman’s dirty little fingers are all over this. I recognize his work through his stalking me on here and other places, although I think they have recruited other weasels to do their dirty work.
I’ve told no one to ‘target her’ or do anything else to her. That’s her fear talking, because she knows she’s guilty of a multitude of things, which have long since been deleted.
She knows I mean what I say, though I’ve done nothing to her since her threatening, bizarre email to me a year and a half ago, which I posted under For Your Eyes Only. I’m getting a lot of visitors from the Easter eggs in the form of links to my blog the Stooges are leaving all over Quora in attempts to trash me. Why would you send people to read the things you’ve done that are naughty? The logic escapes me.
I guess it’s true; there’s no such thing as bad publicity. As for the people who read my posts and think I’m making it all up, I have a bridge in Brooklyn I’d like to sell you.
I’m fed up with this looney tunes band of weirdos. Spartiatis is lucky I don’t post my new story line about her and her creepy friend, a fairy tale about children who ‘disappear’, boiled to make soap….
It’s such a good story and so much fun, I’m still tempted, and only the cool heads of my hubby and friends are preventing me from it. I’m still waiting to hear from her soliciTAH. Any day now….
Klugman has begun tagging and maligning my friends on Quora, one of whom is a retired marine and attorney. My friend’s response to it? “Bet he still respects deputy sheriffs.” My friend is also a retired sheriff, and two sheriff deputies in Klugman’s home state of Pennsylvania have tried and successfully served him a restraining order from Nevada.
The putative peacemaker almost succeeded, when I found out the Toxic Trio are still telling people I have Sullivan’s jewelry, which was returned to her within a week or two of her asking for it, in November of 2016.
Matters not what you say, people will decide you’re lying based on who they CHOOSE to believe. Makes you rather leery of a jury trial, doesn’t it?
Here’s my response to the peacemaker and why my response is No:
Klugman is a mean and deviant, mentally ill sneak. Kelley’s just a garden variety back stabber, and Cassandra is a hanger on, the little weasel that the bad guys use to do the dirty business they don’t have time for.
I appreciate the time and effort you put into trying to make peace. No one else has bothered, and I think what you’re trying to do is commendable. But it isn’t going to work. Too much damage has already been done. I’m sure I should have ignored the whole thing from the beginning. Seems in these situations, you can neither win nor lose.
Keep quiet, people think you’re guilty of something; open your mouth, people think you’re trying to ‘defend’ yourself because you’re guilty of something.
In the long run, they cannot damage anything of mine. Talent and character are not dependent on the smallness of other people’s characters. I like Quora because I have fun there, and I have made real friends. It is already changing into a forum that is not amenable to creativity, if it ever was. I just managed to work around it. I don’t really need it to be creative. I’ll be successful regardless.
As long as nothing else egregious happens, I won’t write anything new. If anything else does happen that I cannot ignore, that’s on them. They know what will happen, and they’ve proclaimed they don’t care, that no one reads my blog anyway. If no one reads it, why should it matter to them what I write?
Now, here’s my story about Leonardo and Michaelangelo and why we eat round pizza out of a square box, cut in triangles:
Leo and Mike, two artists from the Renaissance with whom you might be familiar, are languishing in obscurity on Quora. They got collapsed by malicious forces in the future, which is now, and I am going to give them a home.
The explanation for their collapse on Quora can be found under the Vesuvius Guy at the end of this story, a short way down. If you scroll slowly, you’ll see it.
Leonardo da Vinci was struggling with this question:
Why do we put round pizzas in square boxes and then eat them in triangles? We also pay for them in rectangles, so I suspect a geometric conspiracy. Our days are numbered. Please read on…
Long ago, during the Renaissance, art, literature, and sitcoms were enjoying a rebirth. It’s quite astounding that the rebirth of these things coincided with the name of the era. How did they manage that?
It’s like The Great Depression. Things coincided with that, too, like the discovery of the Mariana Trench and the Grand Canyon, psychotherapy, and potholes. Quite interesting.
Anywho, the story of the answer to this puzzle is amazing.
Leonardo Da Vinci and Michaelangelo were hanging out one day. They’d wandered into a cathedral, and were sitting in a pew in the quiet, empty church. Mike was leaning back, his elbows propped on the back of the seat, enjoying the cool darkness after the blazing sun outside and was staring up at the ceiling in a preoccupied way.
Leo had stubbed his toe on a paving stone the day before and he’d propped his foot on his knee to rub it. It was still throbbing. His girlfriend, Mona, had sneered at him, and refused to tend to his injury, even though he was an artist and she was just a model.
He was complaining to Mike about his selfish girlfriend and about not having closed toe shoes like the other artists. All he had were sandals. Mike told him to ‘shut up, cavrone. The Lord Jesus only wore sandals, so Leo could just deal.’ Leo got ticked and called him a ‘house painter with a Napoleon complex’ and went back to rubbing his toe.
They bickered in this fashion until a nun popped her head out of the rectory and shouted, “Sh!” at them. She had a look on her face that said she meant business. They started giggling and couldn’t stop.
Oh! To see Leonardo da Vinci and Michaelangelo (did he have another name, or was he like Cher?), giggle was something to see. You’d never know they’d been born during the Depression, would you?
They both went home, and Leo yapped to his mom for so long about his toe that she finally made him a mixture of flour and water to put on it, and then went back to watching her soap, The Borgias and the Medicis: The Bad and the Bombastic.
Leo had been wanting to replace the papier mache he’d been using to build his artistic stuff. He plucked the toe band aid off, rolled it into a ball, and then began to shape it into a dog, a squirrel, a little bird, an ashtray-whatever struck his fancy.
Some of his early efforts with this medium are on display at his Grandma’s house, and if you’re ever in Florence, and would like to see that junk, go. Please leave a lira or Euro in the lumpy ashtray placed near the door.
Leo rolled the dough out flat with his mom’s rolling pin, because he liked laying down in the middle of it. He made snow angels with his arms and legs, or in this case, dough angels, in the circle.
Here he is below, in a picture that was caught by a surveillance camera set up by some guys from the Petrucci family for their new television show, Italy’s Funniest Videos.
See how Leo is in a circle, inside a square? And his arms and legs make triangles? This is why we eat round pizzas in a square box, cut in triangles. Voila! Voi freaking la. I have solved the puzzle!
What does this picture mean? More accurately, what did Leo mean by this? Was he stoned when he created this dough boy? Is that why Vesuvius Guy looks like he’s trying to fly? Because he’s trying to get away before old Vesu blows?
Leo might have been stoned, but the best thing to come out of all his messing around this way was…drum roll…Pizza!
His mom had forgotten to make dinner, she’d been so involved in her ‘stories’, so she’d grabbed Leo’s dough when he’d got up to go to the bathroom, threw some tomato sauce and cheese on it, and baked it, ignoring the fact Leo’s bottom had been on it. When he yelled at her for destroying his fun creation, she’d told him ‘Piz off, she was his mom, and he wasn’t too big to spank’.
Leo liked his mom’s new dish so much, he served a pizza at the last supper he and Mike had that summer. (You thought I was going to be irreverent, didn’t you?)