Line In The Sand - Is Ira Einhorn A Fiction?

There. The question has been asked, and since I have already participated in this horrific mind fuck by the sheer act of keeping this blog active, I may as well come clean and try to describe a little more about me and why Ira. The players involved are perhaps some of the greatest pranksters of all-time, but if you know anything about the writings of Michael A. Hoffman, then you may understand my perspective, now. There was a time when I even risked a job as one day while I was working I decided to sneak on to the IT guy's computer just to watch the court proceedings when that was a thing. I got told off, but whatever, I had to know what would become of our Ira. And no stinkin' photo lab job would stop me! I didn't know better at the time just not give these stories proper energy. That these ritualistic stories are meant to capture our minds and I allowed Ira to do, in spades. Now adays I wonder who really read my letter (and responded!). It was an important step for me to get caught up in a way. It was that constant "why, WHY?!" and "how, HOW!?" and general drive to know everything, espectially when they called me a kook because I did. It wasn't merely a hunt for details, and facts, and info - it was a drive to put all the pieces of this weird puzzle together to find truth. This path led me to where I am now, unafraid to call it out for what it is and still with a wild drive to put the bigger picture pieces together. I thank Ira, for without this story, I wouldnt have understood some of the paths I wound up taking. In a way it was the revelation of method and by the time I understood, the lasting damage was impossible to ignore - the (fake) gorilla in the room.