JennyHeart unmasked! (for real this time!)

JennyChip at PoliticalSoup!

I happened on this while searching to see if “sophistrical” was a word. (It isn’t, by the way.) There is much amusement to be had by looking through Chip’s post history. The inimitable JennyHeart prose, saturated with its curious word usage and curiouser word order, can be found here in full force. The bizarre psychobabble is prominent as ever. Pronouncements, dogmas, edicts, and absolutist semantics strut the runway in their finest finery. And the occasional flashes of insight, diamonds in the rough, are available to those who are willing to sift through it all.

I’ll share my favorite gem with you to whet your appetite. Feel free to post more that strike your fancy!

Anyone who thinks that JH can be civilized will quickly be disillusioned by this illustrious post archive. :sunglasses:

Anyone with an avatar of La Belle Dames Sans Merci can’t be all that bad… : ) but a window into the soul by Keats is telling.

“La Belle Dame Sans Merci”

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
Alone and palely loitering;
The sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheek a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful, a faery’s child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery’s song.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said,
I love thee true.

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she gaz’d and sighed deep,
And there I shut her wild sad eyes–
So kiss’d to sleep.

And there we slumber’d on the moss,
And there I dream’d, ah woe betide,
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cry’d–“La belle Dame sans merci
Hath thee in thrall!”

I saw their starv’d lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
On the cold hill side.

And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

I like this painting by Arthur Hughes better:

I only clicked on this post because I mistakenly read the title as “Jennyheart Unclothed”.

Needless to say I was anticipating the sight of goat fur and radio-dial sized nipples.

The opinion expressed in that citation is very very weird, but then there are plenty of very very weird people who have access to computers. Just look at Microsoft. However, whoever that is certainly seems to have a thing about wanking.

I had to respond here as I was dubbed “sophisticrally self-deceptive” by Jenny. At the time I first read it I had flashes of G.W. This clip is great Aporia-- first Political Soup, then ILP, then…The World. Making the world better, one misused word at a time.

Now…if you could just find a clip of JennyChip that had abundant declarations of “irrelevent,” “erroneous,” and :unamused: you might crack the mystery. Just kidding (all in fun, no disrespect intended to JennyHeart whatsoever).

Yes….but it’s from the heart so it’s all excusable.

Oh don’t worry, there are plenty. I can declare from my heart with absolute sociological and semantical certainty that Chip is JennyHeart, and any supposition to the contrary is mental masturbatory codependent sophistrical irrational chickenistic fantasy. :astonished:

Acceptance is really for the best. :sunglasses:

For the record, btrfly, I have never considered you to be sophisticrally self-deceptive. Or sophisticrally anything else. You’re just not the sophisticral type.

There. I’ve said it.

Wasn’t easy.

But no one ever said that philosophy was easy.

faust, that was the most cynicrayical hipocraticiness I’ve ever heard. :confused: :sunglasses:

Time folks, just give it some time…

Time heals all wounds, but laughter is the best medicine. :laughing:

The best thing about this is the fact that it is ONE SENTENCE!! All hail the grammar killer supreme.

I was thinking more Norm Crosby. ILP is a cruel world… a cruel, cruel world.

:evilfun:

jennyheart.com

…dude. JennyHeart is a porn site.

Proud sponsor of the “Let’s Be Nice To Jenny” campaign.

Wow. That puts a whole new meaning to everything she has said.

I think.

What a wacky promotional gimmick, though.

And you don’t be clicking that link, young lady!

I only did to make sure it worked. I didn’t really look.

Honest.

Wow, those girls look to be in their teens.

I suspect though that Jenny, is someone different.

8-[

T’was…ironic. That’s aaall. :astonished: :sunglasses:

I see Jenny as someone different as well, but man is that ironic…
I came across it by accident!!
It’s funny… :smiley:

That’s what I get for my googling.

Yeah right, but don’t worry Faust, its okay to be curious. The problem with that site is the context and not the content. The fact that that young woman is selling her images and the fact that a public is buying it is what makes the sexual content perverse. Its quite the irony, you know. There is nothing in itself terrible about a naked human being. There just ain’t. But there can be all kinds of contexts that villify it; one being the fact that males look at porn to get satisfaction that should be gained with real sex. From the outset the atmosphere is shameful and it only gets worse from there. Another point is that humans that are not finished with puberty should not be involved with any aesthetic sexuality whatsoever-- no sex, no art, no porn, etc., since they are not yet biologically capable of fulfilling the ends of sex; reproduction.

Thanks faust. For a moment I was afraid I would have to get monstraniaclly b****ifical if you all didn’t come to the obvious conclusion that I am not sophisticral in any way. :smiley:

Methinks I doth be in dire need of an ILP English tutoreth.

Although, thee might be in the excouraging of such unnecessary activity.