A tribute to Vanier, done in non-breaking form as a remembrance of his old posting style

I remember when Vanier first started posting here.  He and Judi were  
something of an item back then and they would tag team assault anyone that
 
posted in the group.  Then Bruce came along and stole Judi's heart, and  
they conspired to have Vanier arrested and so he was.  I think he spent  
four or five months in the hoosegow over that, boy was he pissed.  Angry  
at Bruce, angry at Judi, angry at his relatives, he became an oozing sore 

of upset bitterness.  He used to brag about getting BJ's from Judi but he 

wouldn't let her kiss him, something to do with rancid breath.  He loved  
to belittle, in fact he never seemed happier then when he was pissing &  
moaning over someone or some upset from long ago that he just couldn't put
 
to rest.  He started claiming he was going to bring crime statistics to  
zero, and for awhile crime stats did go down which whipped him into a real
 
"told you so" frenzy.  This dip in crime became the definitive proof in  
the pudding for his claim of enlightenment.  He used it relentlessly,  
slapping the face of everyone he could with his whiskey soaked  
enlightenment, all from the comfortable seclusion of his government  
provided apartment.  These were certainly his best of times as he wore the
 
masks of drunk guru and frustrated process server.  His need for an  
audience kept the group fed with his rambling posts, and even some  
entertaining video work.  Who doesn't remember with fondness his Clark  
Kent/Superman video.  Yet for all his enlightenment he wasn't able to drop
 
his hurt feelings toward his family, a family deserving his constant  
verbal abuse for the simple reason they would not or could not admit that 

it was "they" who were dysfunctional, and not him as they insisted.  He  
used to say "you're only as sick as your secrets" and based on that he  
figured that saying whatever popped into his head was more proof that he  
wasn't holding anything back, that he wasn't a sick little ego like the  
rest of us "maggots" (his favorite name for everyone outside himself).   
Though shortly after admitting to a same *** tryout with his older brother
 
he dropped that schtick and moved on to more fanciful claims.  He was  
intensely caught up in detecting secret messages in the strangest of  
places.  He used to read meaning from the shades and windows in buildings,
 
in the eyes of celebrity photo's in the rags at the check-outs in grocery 

stores, as well as finding intricate messages embedded into 72dpi web  
images.  It almost seemed as though the more ridiculous the idea the more 

he embraced it, and it was during this phase of things that he began to  
slip deeper into the machinations of his own crossed wires.  Soon he was  
telling us he had trans****ted the entirety of the planet Earth, people,  
animals, plants, dirt, the whole enchilada to another area of the  
universe, to a Ring World which he created using the  powers of his  
enlightenment.  The proof of this fantastic claim could be confirmed,  
according to him, by simply looking into the sky at night to see for  
yourself that all of the familiar stars were gone, except oddly enough for
 
some fifty or so.  Anyone who tried to suggest they could see lots of  
stars in the sky were identified as liars in denial.  The point of all  
this Ring World willy-nilly was never made clear though because it was  
during this time that Vanier lost his comfy government provided apartment 

and was forced to live on the streets from out of his car.  This change in
 
cir***stance turned out to be fortuitous for his cross wires as it forced 

him to mingle with a select group of "down & outers", or "crazies" by  
social standards and it was here that he found a new audience in which to 

hawk his guru-ness.  Having found an alternative set of ears to toot his  
guru horn at, playing to a set of characters he could more easily dominate
 
with tales of power and enlightenment.  He became less and less in need of
 
the little backwater cesspool of maggots that once kept his ego wheels  
greased.  And that pretty much brings us up to the present moment of  
things.  A time of ceremonial parting of seas so to speak, when the things
 
of the past slip ever quicker into the indistinct greyness of distant  
perspectives. I for one salute the whole thing for what it was thought to 

be, for what it wanted to be, and for knowing all the while it was never  
as it seemed.  So with the shadowy graveyard of things remembered  
stretching out before me I turn and make my way into a past not yet born, 

at the horizon of once upon a time.