robbed raze it's a strange feeling when you're part of a large-scale effort to help someone get some recognition, and they succeed against all the odds, and you feel like you were a small part of something wonderful...only to discover after the fact that their success was largely due to loopholes they were able to find and exploit, and they encouraged others to cheat and lie in pursuit of the prize. it's like being robbed of something that never belonged to you, and then watching the person who's stolen it manufacture a tale of how they came to possess this thing that was never really theirs either, while an audience assembles and gives truth to the lie, so they too can claim to be a part of the story. it doesn't matter to them that none of it's based on anything real. a good story tells itself, after all. they're little more than peripheral characters who get to write their own dialogue. a cheater may prosper, but i don't have to help them succeed. and i sure as hell don't have to stick around to listen to their victory speech. they'd be too busy enjoying the sound of their own voice to notice a walk-out anyway. 130217 what's it to you? who go blather from