PRoss: I *poots* In UR Genrul Direkshun
Seems that some people feel okay about restricting the speech of others, then screaming censorship when it's done to them. Bloggers who moderate their blog comments and refuse to allow comments to go through really should not complain when other bloggers get tired of their shenanigans and refuse to allow them to play their little games.
PRoss (who moderates his comments and then complains when his own comments are disallowed or deleted on the blogs of others) has a particular bent on the case of Ed Snell vs Nathan Richardson -- in which Snell climbed up on top of his car and hurled epithets over an 8-foot-high privacy fence. One of the people he was reviling in his hearty way got all out of patience with this aging asshole, and toppled him off his roof and onto his noggin.
I thought Snell deserved what he got. PRoss thinks otherwise. Fair enough, so far.
But PRoss can't just disagree and engage in a discussion on merits alone. He has to take everything on a personal level, getting insulted on behalf of someone else, and then passing out his own insults like candy at Hallowe'en.
PRoss (who moderates his comments and then complains when his own comments are disallowed or deleted on the blogs of others) has a particular bent on the case of Ed Snell vs Nathan Richardson -- in which Snell climbed up on top of his car and hurled epithets over an 8-foot-high privacy fence. One of the people he was reviling in his hearty way got all out of patience with this aging asshole, and toppled him off his roof and onto his noggin.
I thought Snell deserved what he got. PRoss thinks otherwise. Fair enough, so far.
But PRoss can't just disagree and engage in a discussion on merits alone. He has to take everything on a personal level, getting insulted on behalf of someone else, and then passing out his own insults like candy at Hallowe'en.
I know. I tried to engage him on logic. He kept flinging back verbal fertilizer. I put up with the lies, the deliberate twists, the name-calling, the insults, and the OT non-sequiturs. I ignored all that, thinking that maybe, somewhere, there was a brain behind the virtual spittle. Apparently not.
Then he decided that his lies were truths, and that I ought to be ashamed of myself. Doesn't know me well enough to know how fat that chance is, does he? For all his claims to know me intimately, especially (we've never met...never even previously engaged).
He refused to allow my final comment. I've waited now for a week, and he won't allow it to publish.
So, I publish it here for your entertainment:
"Chimera said:
"Sooooo, Patrick...who are you,
really?
"And how did you manage to evolve opposable thumbs?
Good trick, that. Bravo!
'Bye."
Oh...yeah...one more thing... It seems that he has a rather unfortunate name. Which could explain a lot.
That's what the last word looks like.
*poot*
posted by Chimera at 2:09 PM
2 Comments:
Pross - that's funny. Hey, there's either free speech or there isn't.
The pross is so fulla shit, his eyes are brown.
The gang over at CC's are busy trying to flush him back into his sewer, but the vermin has been breathing methane for so long, the sparks generated just add to the problem.
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