Just when you thought it was safe . . .
by Catherine King
Had to take a few days off again since I wrote and posted Part Two. A few of the kind of days where you have to tear everything down to the ground and then try to piece it together again just to figure out what is really real. I haven't been strolling around the vast Bentley Projects, thinking I'm hot shit because I've got some elite glamourous creative class position and title, and knowing that people will forever more be approaching me with offers to kiss my ass.
My latest FairStory might as well have been written in blood. This better be my last damned FairStory. I'll bet if you're Glen Lineberry or Lisa Greve, you can traipse around your block-long empire and feel squeaky clean because all your little yes people confirm it endlessly. Did everybody read the nauseating piece by the biggest blob of all, Ernest McIntryre? Be sure to have a throw-up bucket ready when you do.
I wonder who these people are, the ones driving the sitemeter up -- friends of Glen Lineberry and Lisa Greve, or enemies of ours? Because we don't have any friends. Jerome did some Googling on Glen Lineberry, and reading the fine print on lists of various donors and benefactors, and it turns out that he's thick as thieves with every single elite glamourous creative class position and title who might wish us ill in this pathetic town. I figured as much. But he twice approached us, nice as you please, so he seemed rather harmless, you see. But he may have been a deceiver from the beginning.
I'll keep on recounting my bad trip with Bentley Projects as long as I have the strength, maybe with a few days off in between installments. I hope this fiasco continues to be as hard on Glen Lineberry and Lisa Greve as it is on me. In the best of all possible worlds, a lot of that site meter traffic is from potential investors and buyers that Bentley Projects will never see.
Posted by Jerome at January 19, 2005 10:12 AM | TrackBack