Re: Michael Pendragon - somehow every photo has that Why Is Chris Hansen Walking In? energy

> BiteMeSharpEnt wrote:
> Is it just me, or is there a reason a particular basement-dwelling-looking character who frequents this poetry group keeps posting creepy photos that radiate deeply unsettling “why does this feel like the cold open of a *To Catch a Predator* episode?” energy?
> 
> Maybe it’s the whole cocktail: the smugness, the evasiveness, the weird overfamiliarity, the hostility Harry Lime (also known as the poet Michael Pendragon) seems to direct toward people who don’t sufficiently admire him, and an ego inflated to the point where he appears genuinely baffled that anyone might question his behavior.
> 
> There’s that same fascinating combination you see in so many of those Chris Hansen confrontations... not the criminal conduct, obviously, but the entitlement, grandiosity, deflection, indignation at being challenged, and absolute conviction that somehow everyone else is the problem.
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> It’s especially striking when somebody carries himself like the misunderstood intellectual heavyweight of the room while simultaneously giving more than a few people the unmistakable feeling that they should probably start comparing notes.
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> Some posters here bring poetry, perspective, and depth to this group. Others bring attitude, self-mythology, a rapidly expanding collection of uncomfortable anecdotes, and yet another unforgettable chapter in the group’s ever-growing “fokelore.”
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> At a certain point, if one person gets a bad vibe, that’s an opinion.
> 
> But when multiple people (there is a long ongoing thread about this strange bird in another group) keep independently arriving at some variation of “what the hell is going on with this guy?” and the subject somehow keeps generating discussion...
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> all I can really think is...
> 
> well, maybe the problem isn’t the audience.




Is "Creepy Mike" really creepy?

You're obviously something of a newb.

Creepy Mike wrote the book on Creepy.

He was given the nickname "Creepy Mike" by former A.A.P.C. member Peter J. Ross.

Creepy Mike boasts of having been born on Halloween, raised in the NJ pine barrens which are home to the Jersey Devil (whose relatives lived on his street).

Creepy Mike took the name "Pendragon" in honor of Uther Pendragon who allowed his lust for Igraine (who he subsequently rapes) to cost him a chance at a unified England.

He lists his full name as Michael Malefica Grendelwolf Pendragon LeFay, claims to be a Satanist and the honorary bard of Oberon's faerie court.

He casts death hexes on members of social media groups who annoy him, and claims to have been responsible for the death of Stephen "Pickles" Pickering.  This particular act earned him the nickname of "Voodoo Boy" from General Zod (aka, Stinky George).

His short stories and poetry (mostly in the horror genre) are often told by psychotic first-person narrators and include tales of witchcraft, lust, murder, and child molestation.

He dresses entirely in black, including a black fedora hat, a black walking stick with a raven for a handle, and often wears dark glasses -- even at night -- and a silver inverted pentagram around his neck.

He has a scar running down his left cheek which is is always delighted to show off.

He published a multi-authored book entitled "The Bible of Hell," and the magazine "Penny Dreadful" (long before the tv show of that name).

When he was younger, he used to file his fingernails to points and paint them black to match his (then) dyed black hair.

So, yeah, the guy's a total freak show.

BTW: Harry Lime is the name of one of the all-time great movie villains, who Creepy Mike admires.  Lime was a sociopath whose black market, watered-down penicillin killed dozens of children whose parents used it to treat their meningitis.

Here is one of Lime's famous speeches:

When their observation car reaches the top of the giant ferris wheel in Vienna, Harry Lime slides open the compartment door and points to the people on the ground below:

"You know, I never feel comfortable on these sort of things. Victims? Don't be melodramatic. Look down there. Tell me. Would you really feel any pity if one of those dots stopped moving forever? If I offered you twenty thousand pounds for every dot that stopped, would you really, old man, tell me to keep my money, or would you calculate how many dots you could afford to spare? Free of income tax, old man. Free of income tax - the only way you can save money nowadays."


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