An analysis of the peculiar zeitgeist of ET sprang to mind at the end of compulsively and voyeuristically reading the two leading current Jacktractor threads, only one of which started being about that august gentleman. As they spun further and further out of control, spawning new aliases and generally taking the level of discourse down to the gutter, I was curiously disgusted with myself for wanting to dive into the mudbath with them. It was only the greatest self-restraint, coupled with the fact that I was inexplicably sober, that prevented me from doing so.
Then I realized it: ET exists so that otherwise rational men and women, prosperous enough at least to own computers and to afford internet connections, and clearly not living on the streets, may abase themselves with utter abandon. Yes! ET is all about self-abasement. Petty gamblers argue incessantly that trading is (or is not) predicting. Men of otherwise good repute troll for the odd buck from the odder sucker. Jack, clearly from the open record a man of some community distinction, lowers himself into the cesspool so rabid from constant abuse that he babbles. People whom I KNOW actually trade, post during RMH. It was then I realized that I would rather my wife discovered me surfing porn than posting on ET.
We have abasement here in all its forms: fawning sycophancy, Tourettes' given free reign, hot anger overwhelming cool logic, MPD run rampant, incoherent insomnia....The list is endless.
There. Now I have done my part. I feel so much better!