It's Just An Elusion

No, not the song by Imagination that peaked at number 2 in March 1982, that's Illusion.

This kind of elusion:

e-lu-sion  [ih-loo-zhuhn]

–noun

the act of eluding; evasion.

 

Origin:

1540–50;  < Late Latin ēlūsiōn- (stem of ēlūsiō) deception, evasion, equivalent to ēlūs (us), past participle of ēlūdere to elude (ē- e- + lūd- play + -tus past participle suffix) + -iōn- -ion.

 

Since Saturday on Danny's FB profile, 8 out of 13 status updates have been either directly or indirectly aimed at me.

Fair enough, as the famous saying goes, "The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about".

What I would like to know though, is while I have been open and maybe too honest sometimes, on here, why do Danny and the rest of my haters elude the questions I ask and completely dismiss the watertight proof I have provided?

It's certainly very odd. I quite happily admit to being wrong or misinformed, it's not a weakness, in most cases it's simply gracious and well mannered to concede that what you may have first thought or been told was wrong.

This should definitely be the case, when what you have said can change one person's view about another person and especially so when your actions have caused unnecessary persecution, distress and worry.

So come on, I throw down the gauntlet. Instead of perpetuating the lies why not just admit that you were wrong. Or explain why you continue to attack me when the evidence I have shown, proves that you are lying?

Seriously, if I was told something about someone, I wouldn't just immediately take that information as gospel, I would want some sort of genuine proof that what I had been told was true.

If I then saw evidence that actually proved that what I had been told was incorrect, I wouldn't continue to believe the lies. Surely anyone with half a brain cell would think the same, wouldn't they?

 

Anyhoo, I wont hold my breath, I think that you would probably rather fall off the face of the planet than admit you are lying, or wrong. What a shame that you don't possess the moral fibre or decency to do the right thing.