Trollers and tyrants

I imagine a pack of mange-ridden dogs stalking a foggy wood. Eyes fixed forward, there is no banter, no communication, only the rhythmic and machinelike interplay of rasps, a dark cadence, their rapid breaths proclaiming their common intensity. Occasionally, a nose swoops to the ground for the scent of weakness.
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Imagine a really good party. Imagine the music defining everyone, their power, their beauty, their joy. Think momentum as it engulfs the rambunctious play and buoyant conversation until the dissonance builds into a kind of ecstatic ambiance. Say now: love ya, man! Imagine hearing it everywhere and all the time.

Now imagine it crashed by skinheads. Think first loss: the fullness of the ambience as the playful banter becomes less playful and drops from the music. Think scowls and judgmental glares. Imagine the conversations. Think you conceding; them, never. Think cool, confident tone based not on certainty, but a refusal to accept any other answer. Think: the throwing up of the hands and righteous indignation at your agitation. Hear: the free exchange of ideas, of facts and reason. Think: step carefully. Imagine your unease as you make your case in the crosshairs.
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It is right to start with skinheads –especially the neo-Nazis. In them, we get a better understanding of what underlies the authoritarian personality and its behaviors. First, we must recognize that they truly think they are right and that, from their perspective (which they are stuck in), all evidence can only support their belief. The problem is that the bulk of those who surround them are either too moderate to accept their extreme position, or too a-political to care. This creates an isolating effect that explains a lot. For instance, it explains their pack orientation. We can easily imagine them huddled back to back against a hostile world. And, no doubt, so can they. Furthermore, it reveals their aggression as being little more than an attempt to overcompensate for the nagging doubt provoked by their minority status. And the same holds true for Libertarians, Hard Determinists, and the religious right. The point is that much of what we generally write off as being a product of fanaticism may actually be a defense.
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And always, of course, are the advocates of truth and certainty: the aristocrat and amateur scientist, the new law in town, they with all their talk of logic and reason, and the high praise for and exaggerated claim to a scientific method, the firm foundation of the objective. We know it well. They wear it on their sleeves, with their reading lists, and flash it, like a badge of authority, as they rush in to set everything strait. Should we dissent, they, in their cognitive dissonance, will only retreat into Cassandra-like denial and take it as proof of their rightness. Then, having regained their footing, and quick to wit and clever remarks, they’ll lash out like wannabe Capotes until the mocking laughter of their imaginary entourage puts us in our place. But take heart. They do it for our own good. The language game merely escalates into an act of tough love; and they are the only ones left who can save us from our relativistic nonsense. Plead as we will, they will not be detoured. Stand our ground, they will only push forward. Ask how they know, and they’ll casually reply that facts and experts agree, and those that don’t don’t matter. They will demand, debase, degrade, repeat themselves and harp, noxiously, “Prove it! Prove it! Prove it!” until we can only break down and be remade.

Silly gurus, they presume to be something more. And who scheduled the lecture, anyway, the seminar, and what do they have to offer that is so important we should allow our mental space to be used as a podium? And what is it? Money? Power? Adoration? What do they want? Were they ever really invited?
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Lately, though, it’s been the tightfisted heirs of Nietzsche. Offspring of punk and Neo-Liberalism, they scoff at the complaints of the slave-like and weak.Remember, they roar gleefully, as they glide on circumstances, morality is for losers . Daring the cyberpunk dream of a Darwinistic world, they stand ready and willing. Others crawl from their barrels, a new Diogenes, masturbate in the town square, and sternly chastise the passersby for their phoniness in taking a deferred, polite, and respectable approach to the same urge. Missing, though, is a clear explanation as to what it means to be authentic. Both fantasies are much the same. Sitting in front of a computer in an air conditioned room, it’s easy to imagine, in one’s self, such rugged individualism. But it begs two questions:

1st of all, how much philosophizing would they, or Nietzsche, be able to do with a whip cracking at their backs? Or thinking in a world where the always pressing thought is survival? And 2nd, isn’t it ironic that they, who put so much value on their individuality, their difference from the common crowd (that which defines their player status), would have managed, in the end, to reduce Nietzsche to a fad?
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In the end, though, the world will change as it will, and any one of us can only play a minor role. And when the day is over, and deep into the night, we’ll rest with our pack, mange ridden dogs and skinheads alike, all of us together. Diogenes will return to his barrel and write (we must admit his sincerity), while the aristocrat chuckles at the silliness of the world, hangs his powdered wig, and settles down to his flasks and equations. On a dark porch in desolate country, the new law in town, with the brim of his hat lowered, will sway on his rocker, strike a match, and take a slow draw from a cigarette which he will exhale with satisfaction. Tomorrow, he’ll sigh, tomorrow. Such men must scoff in the face of isolation. Yet, who do they want to reach? It’s got to be someone. What makes it so important?

Too bad you are too much of a coward to face me in the ChatBox.

The bleating of sheep is a familiar noise in the farmlands of "cultivated humanity".
you can hear it in the choice of words, evoking all those feelings which are convincing, to the feeble, the ones governed by fear, the stupid wanting to feel "just as smart" and "valuable" as anyone else.
It is what made Judaism attractive to the Roman masses of the meek and the weak and the sickly, finding in its Christian mutation, one more way to avoid the indifference and the injustice of nature.
That growing populations now produce sickly, womanly, child-like, feeble-minded, simpletons by the droves, to man those production lines and consume so as to keep them going, only necessitates an even more generalizing, self-effacing, self-hating, nature-denouncing, dogma to make Jewish slavishness more marketable to the easterners or to the now godless masses.

@D6, I'm imagining a really good party...
Now imagine it being crashed by a deadly earthquake or a tsunami...

Who would you blame and how would your text sound then?

Are nature and skinheads diff. to you?

CharBox Chatter wrote:

[02:46:10 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : d63tark let's do this eye's
[02:46:16 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : so, no satyr eh, you seem eager to talk to him
[02:46:30 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : do what?
[02:47:18 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : I actually respect him. I'm only as good as my opposittion.

Presumably I have another opposition on my hands. On what grounds I'm being opposed, has yet to be determined. I suspect he opposes reality because the real is the only thing I stand for.

CharBox Chatter wrote:

[02:48:14 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : how goes the herd, are you helping them?
[02:48:26 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : Why should I fear him?

He asks himself with anxiousness.
He wonders why he does, himself. He does not know why; he wants to be told...why?
There is something threatening about having your delusions exposed.
Particularly after a certain age has conferred upon them a certain investment the risk grows.

CharBox Chatter wrote:

[02:48:44 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : you tell me
[02:48:55 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : yes, because the herd matters.
[02:49:37 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : the herd is us

Total tautology.
The "herd is us".

I'm going to offer a quote by someone I respect...more than this weakling:

Goethe wrote:

Mankind”? It is an abstraction. There are, always have been,
and always be, men and only men.

The difference between herd psychology and an individual standing as a separate entity from it; difference between a feminine and a masculine. disposition.
Mankind IS Man, according to this degradation of the human spirit...in one sentence eliminating the vast divergences that distinguish one man from another....lowing the this caricature of a man down to his lowest common denominator identifying with the category of species.
The irony is evident.
Imagine, if you will, the level of stupidity a mind must be burdened by to at once dismiss race and sex as too general and too complex an issue to consider seriously, calling these "stereotypes" superficial, while at the same time proposing the even vaster generalization and an even grander simplification with the name "HUMANITY".
Presumably these stunted psychologies can accept the natural selection that results in a species but it can't accept the possibility that this process is ongoing or that it also results in internal categories which deserve a further categorization.
Presumably, the standard for calling someone a human being is biological, yet biology is to be dismissed as non-applicable to any further exploration, and too superficial a method to base an opinion upon.
Presumably, being able to reproduce with an other makes you a member if his clan, yet sex and any types derived from it, are not to be considered relevant...and...horses and asses are to be thought of as being one species, because they can procreate and produce a mule.
A mule might be sterile and a genetic dead end but it too must be valued because it is a living organism, and this suffices, as this is the next step to the leveling of identity.
This would also make a tiger and a lion no different. they can reproduce, they are living organisms, and they are both cats making them part of the same clan.
Lions and tigers are part of a greater, more profound category called feline...and this is the only label that must be given to them. Any other distinction would be harsh, superficial and an oversimplification.
To say otherwise is hateful. One is preaching violence towards one of the two, as one of the two might be discovered as being stronger or smarter than the other....and this might hurt someone's feelings.

CharBox Chatter wrote:

[02:49:43 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : i served his ass a couple o times myself, his good, but invulnerable
[02:50:04 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : not invulnerable

Freudian slip...perchance?

One more to include in the mass of idiots who have destroyed me and shamed me and vanquished me on the field of unintellectual battle.
I can only conclude that they stick around to enjoy their victory.

After so many defeats I would expect that I would have learned something, yet I am left in a state of confusion.
What exactly was I defeated on?
Which one of my ideas was thrashed?

Does anyone know?

Is it my HUGE ego that was beaten into a pulp?
Was I left weeping before my computer's screen, clenching my fists in despair knowing that, once more, I had been exposed as a fraud?
To be a fraud one must be pretending to be something...what am I pretending to be...except the most brilliant mind humanity has ever produced or will ever produce?
Am I pretending to be humble?

CharBox Chatter wrote:

[02:51:40 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : yeah, i defeated him, or at least that's how i interpreted it
[02:52:06 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : I want to konow what you're really about
[02:52:47 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : it feels good dosn't it?

This part's funny.

One of the ones who has dominated me is sharing his experiences with another one who has dominated me.
The defeat is taken for granted and is supported by their mutual feelings: "feels good doesn't it?" asks the feeble-minded liberal of the simplistic faggot.
Here their shared mastery becomes grounds for a Brotherhood of Superiors to Satyr Club.
Every group needs a common idea...and theirs is their superiority to the Satyr. It is that Satyr is, for the average ones (not them), so formidable a foe that makes their shared experience of victory all the more bonding. The tale of bravery and victory is never told....it is implied, the one never daring to ask the other so as to not be asked in returned: "What subject or on what point did you defeat Satyr? Where did this occur, this battle of wits?"

It's like a covenant of the faithful...each keeping a secret their own relationship with the divine - the divine being presumed but never explored, as this would only diminish the mystique and expose the personal experiences as nothing more than mental farts.

D6: Or thinking in a world where the always pressing thought is survival?

D6 must have a funny definition of "Thinking"...
And some special insight into The evolutionary history of human consciousness from a religion of comfort...

You know, Satyr, all the mastery of formatting in the world is not going to disguise what sounds like a paranoid rant. Now perhaps you have some personal fantasy about going down like Nietzsche, in a fit of syphillic madness. I get that. Back when I was young and a musician, I had pretty much the same fantasy of going down like Hendrix. But I outgrew it. And as I've gotten older, I've come to realize that I still have a lot on my intellectual wishlist and would like to work at it as long as possible. But we all gotta find our flow. And you seem intent on wallowing in the cliche of 1 dimensional negativity. So I would leave you with a thought by Pope:

Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool.
But you yourself may serve to show it,
Every fool is not a poet.

Now I told your lapdog, Eyes, I'm ready anytime you are. So let's get over your pussified version of what happened, note that what actually happened is that I tried to put it off to another day, you decided to initiate it right there and then as to take advantage of me while I was drunk, then proceeded, much to my surprise as yours, to get bitch-slapped. You then decided, while convalescing, that the better route would have been to put it off until I wanted to, then altered, in your cognitive dissonance, the reality of what actually happened. Your disciples and lapdogs, of course, followed suit.

And as Eyes generously assisted with, I now know where the chat room is.

How about Sat. Noon, central time.

Satyr wrote:

CharBox Chatter wrote:

[02:46:10 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : d63tark let's do this eye's
[02:46:16 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : so, no satyr eh, you seem eager to talk to him
[02:46:30 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : do what?
[02:47:18 11/04/12] [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] : I actually respect him. I'm only as good as my opposittion.

Presumably I have another opposition on my hands. On what grounds I'm being opposed, has yet to be determined. I suspect he opposes reality because the real is the only thing I stand for.

Nothing real about a cliche, Satyr.

Quote :

And as Eyes generously assisted with, I now know where the chat room is.

Do you still think I'm eyesinthedark, you mindless idiot?

d69 wrote:

You know, Satyr, all the mastery of formatting in the world is not going to disguise what sounds like a paranoid rant.

Are you telling me or asking me?

Everything, with you liberal cunts, comes down to fear. Everything except your own views.

I think on some innate level you know that you've surrendered to fear...so you accuse the other first, before your cowardice becomes too obvious.

d69 wrote:

Now perhaps you have some personal fantasy about going down like Nietzsche, in a fit of syphillic madness.

I know, Jesus sounds so much saner.

d69 wrote:

I get that. Back when I was young and a musician, I had pretty much the same fantasy of going down like Hendrix.

Going down on Hendrix?
Wow, I had no idea.

Listen, I know you were cool and shit, but you still are a coward and a stupid idiot...in the right here, right now universe.

d69 wrote:

But I outgrew it.

If regression is your definition of "growth" then I think we are in agreement.

Here's something else you might have outgrew over the years: your balls.
Either that or they've shriveled-up in time, and you found your new emasculated form more peaceful and less edgy.
Made lemonade with lemons...or an omelet with your broken eggs.

You know how women outgrow their early attraction to the dominant male and then call the compromise they were forced to make their new "mature" self?
Something like that.
I can't tell you how many times I've listened to a stupid cunt, like you, talk about her early youth when she sowed her wild seeds, fucking every bad ass boy out there, before she settled for the fat ugly stupid, but with a good job and less troublesome, nice guy, claiming that this was a maturing process.

d69 wrote:

And as I've gotten older, I've come to realize that I still have a lot on my intellectual wishlist and would like to work at it as long as possible. But we all gotta find our flow.

In your case, losing your virility and your testicles had to be turned into a positive.

d69 wrote:

And you seem intent on wallowing in the cliche of 1 dimensional negativity.

Just calling me "negative" would have sufficed to paint me in those modernistic "non-non" colors...but you went for the overkill with the "one dimensional" crap.
i like that...it's ambitious coming form a moron who's never posted anything three-dimensional: good/bad.....Satan/God....Love/Hate.
It was a nice touch.

Nothing really said here, but much insinuated playing on emotions. Typical.
If you would have managed to work in a hint of Hitler or Nazi it might have been a home-run.
Yes, cliche.
[quote="d69"
So I would leave you with a thought by Pope:

Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool.
But you yourself may serve to show it,
Every fool is not a poet.[/quote]If you're going to hide behind real poets and thinkers to pretend that this poem was not about you, then you could at least choose something more up-beat...more positive and multi-dimesional.

But thanks for the compliment, douche-bag.
I urge you to pretend you are thinking by choosing from amongst some of the more profound liberal twats (an oxymoron), rather than the less sophisticated but more directly optimistic.
Can't wait for a time when you actually make a point, rather than imply and insinuate like the faggot that I know you are....

Somewhere back there you lost your manhood, or what little you inherited from your pussy of a daddy.
I think your brain might be amongst that decaying rubble.

How many have said the same thing before you?

Manson? Hitler? Son of Sam? Pat Robertson? Jimmy Jones?

I mean how many before you have thought that very same thing?

And like you, most of them used forceful language to make it seem more real than it really was.

Christ, Satyr, I actually thought you were developing.

Oh! And be sure to bring your cheerleaders.

Satyr wrote:

d69 wrote:

You know, Satyr, all the mastery of formatting in the world is not going to disguise what sounds like a paranoid rant.

Are you telling me or asking me?

Everything, with you liberal cunts, comes down to fear. Everything except your own views.

I think on some innate level you know that you've surrendered to fear...so you accuse the other first, before your cowardice becomes too obvious.

d69 wrote:

Now perhaps you have some personal fantasy about going down like Nietzsche, in a fit of syphillic madness.

I know, Jesus sounds so much saner.

d69 wrote:

I get that. Back when I was young and a musician, I had pretty much the same fantasy of going down like Hendrix.

Going down on Hendrix?
Wow, I had no idea.

Listen, I know you were cool and shit, but you still are a coward and a stupid idiot...in the right here, right now universe.

d69 wrote:

But I outgrew it.

If regression is your definiton of "growth" then I think we are in agreement.

Here's something else you might have outgrew over the years: your balls.
Either than or their shriveled up in time and you found your new emasculated form more peaceful and less edgy.

You know how women outgrow their early attraction to the dominant male and then call the compromise they were forced to make their new "mature" self?
Something like that.
I can't tell you how many times I've listened to a stupid cunt, like you, talk about her early youth when she sowed her wild seeds, fucking every bad ass boy out there, before she settled for the fat ugly but with a good job and less troublesome nice guy, claiming that this was a maturing process.

d69 wrote:

And as I've gotten older, I've come to realize that I still have a lot on my intellectual wishlist and would like to work at it as long as possible. But we all gotta find our flow.

In your case, losing your virility and your testicles had to be turned to a positive.

d69 wrote:

And you seem intent on wallowing in the cliche of 1 dimensional negativity.

Just calling me "negative" would have sufficed to paint me in those modernistic "non-no" colors...but you went for the overkill witht he "one dimensional" crap.
It was a nice touch.

Nothing really said, but much insinuated playing on emotions.
If you would have managed to work in a hint of Hitler or Nazi it might have been a home-run.
Yes, cliche.
[quote="d69"
So I would leave you with a thought by Pope:

Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool.
But you yourself may serve to show it,
Every fool is not a poet.

If you're going to hide behind poets to pretend that this poem was not about you, then you could at least choose something more up-beat...more positive and multi-dimesional.

But thanks for the compliment, douche-bag.
I urge you to pretend you are thinking by choosing from amongst some of the more profound liberal twats, rather than the less sophisticated but more directly optimistic.
Can't wait for a time when you actually make a point, rather than imply and insinuate like the faggot that I know you are....

Somewhere back there you lost your manhood, or what little you inherited from your pussy of a daddy.
I think your brain might be amongst that decaying rubble.[/quote]

For Christ's sake Satyr! I could get this out of a gradeschool schoolyard.

Is this the "Real" I'm suppose to be afraid of.

You read like a punk little bitch. Like some nerdy little kid trying to act bad. Come on, Satyr. I have a little more respect for you than this.

d63tark wrote:

How many have said the same thing before you?

Manson? Hitler? Son of Sam? Pat Robertson? Jimmy Jones?

Just them?

d63tark wrote:

I mean how many before you have thought that very same thing?

Why don't you tell me what this "thing" is?
What, exactly, am I saying which they have already said?

Then, douche-bag, tell me how it matters if it has been said before?

Pat Robertson?
You have no clue, do ya?
Soon this will be made clear.

d63tark wrote:

And like you, most of them used forceful language to make it seem more real than it really was.

My language is much more forceful.

d63tark wrote:

Christ, Satyr, I actually thought you were developing.

Developing into what?
A eunuch?
You?
You are a "modern man" indeed. Well the "man" part is just for show.

Here's a secret about "progress"....it's not always better.
Remember the Dark Ages?
Yeah...well they came AFTER the Roman Age.

You must be typing up a storm. I must be pushing the right buttons.

d63tark wrote:

You must be typing up a storm. I must be pushing the right buttons.

This is fun for me, turd....like hunting.
When you get the taste for blood and you recognize the smell of fear, it becomes intoxicating.

I hunt the biggest game on the planet, douche-bag....manimal.

Now are we going to get to the REAL shit here? Or are we going to keep fucking around like a couple of schoolyard punks?

Hell ya, cunt.

I'm waiting for an opening salvo.

All you do is dance....and run.

How about some REAL fun...some real-time ChatBox fun?

That said, I've dedicated myself to studying Rorty for the next few weeks. One of things that has come to my mind is how pragmatic your approach is, at least as you describe it. Of course, you're conclusions are quite different. But I'm beginning to believe you may be Rorty's evil twin.

See you there.

Satyr, you blind fuck, we both know I schooled your ass in the many debates we had.

I taught you that aliens are likely visiting this planet, I taught you the foolishness and futility of simultaneously being so 'pro life' and pessimistic.
I taught you that the universe is cyclical, and that life on earth probably came from the stars.
I taught you that emotion plays an important role in human life, even in the most rational of men, and that many decisions you, and everyone makes in life, are not completely rational, in fact, I taught you that it is impossible to act without having an emotion or instinct present of some kind. Reason, emotion and instinct are always at play, they're working holistically (or in some cases, in your case, compartmentally) together, although one faculty may be more active than another. In addition, I taught you that will to live is not an absolute (I thought you didn't believe in absolutes, retard?), rather, fuckwit... it is a tendency.
I taught you women can be conscious of the future and their own morality, and that you have done, and continue to do, many things that have little or nothing to do with your survival.
That it is possible for absolutes to exist, just that it is unlikely we'll ever encounter them.
I taught you that your values and your lifestyle are very newschool and cosmopolitan, in many ways.
I taught you that you're living for an abstract ideal, like elitism, and that this is slavish, following someone like Hitler, may not be in line with your self interests, timocracy, or whatever the fuck, may not be in line with your self interests.

Fuck retard, I taught you so many things all over this forum and this is the thanks I get, you miserable, ungrateful little cunt. Now, bend over and receive my gracious offerings. I pointed out to you some theoretical problems with darwinism, although I think it's a very good theory overall, probably the best theory we have so far, nevertheless, it's not flawless, and may be replaced by a better one. I taught you bitch, that you are a narcissist, for having faith in your infallibility, and it is indeed showing and telling, for you fail to acknowledge the many lessons I and others have taught you... where as I, on the other hand, am suffering no such delusion, I admit I learned a few things from you, where as you do not have the courage to admit your many errors and intellectual blunders and vulernerabilities, for it would mean after all these years of "shaming" and "humiliating" your competition, it was you, you were the one who was wrong all along, at least in some regards, so you are too late in the game to backout now, you simplisitc, cowardly fuck. This is ok though, I don't really give a fiddler's fuck whether you believe you are king or not (king of what, your miserable little mound of crap?). The dragon is right when he says you take a very feminine (adapt yourself to your world) attitude and strategy, as opposed to adapting the world to you, accusing men like Napoleon, Mussolini and Hitler of being efete (ha, absurd, laughable), and I have made this criticism of you indepedently of the dragon, I only came to learn he made similar criticisms, after I had made them. Yes, I don't really care, Satyr, I'm just letting everyone else know what I think of you, and that I do not admit defeat, on the contrary, I am victorious, of course I will never be able to persuade the likes of you, nor do I care to--- pile of dog turds.

Here is your ass on a silver platter---

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You know, for someone as confident and self assured as you apparently are, you sure like to prance aroumd on stage and strut your stuff like a peacock. There must be some pimples, warts, fungs or... toomers growing there somewhere. Every debate ended exactly the same, with your lips on my boot, you, speechless, unable to provide me with a counter, unable to respond to my many, brilliant crticisms of you and your thought... though you will no doubt chalk it up to boredom, or not wanting to waste your time with a "retard" (you waste plenty of time with the "retard" in the dungeon), or whatever. Always an excuse, you slippery devil you. You could not deal with me, because it was I, I was the 1st 1 you encountered who would not back down from a fight. I kept pressing, and pressing, and once we went beyond the boisterous, obnoxious rhetoric and barking you use to keep the timid at bay, there was nothing... nothing, a great portion of your philosophy is groundless.

But fuck, no one could accuse you of not putting on one hell of a show, and that's a big part of what this is, a show, pomp, circumstance, no finish, no follow through, ego before truth.

Turds like d63 are too cowardly and/or too stupid to finish what they start with you, they're intimidated by your growling and grunting, or they have no legitimate criticism.

eyesinthedark wrote:

Turds like d63 are too cowardly and/or too stupid to finish what they start with you, they're intimidated by your growling and grunting, or they have no legitimate criticism.

I know.


It's too bad, because I was looking forward to him "teaching me a lesson"....the Purple Wyrm is insufficient to the task at hand.

You're a little bit masochistic, aren't ya?

A masochist never tells, or so I've been told.

Would you like another lesson, little man?

Would you like me to pound your backside some more, or are you still licking your wounds over our last engagement?