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DÛke
Guest
I have been receiving some of the most headache-inducing private messages ever, from the one member who I disrespect, dislike most – this piece of naiveté of a person is trying to hint to me to "leave." But that is such an old story!
Here's the deal:
I will not leave. I might go away, but on my own whim. I might come back, on my own whim. I'm not leaving, even when I say I'm leaving - that should be known.
If you have a problem with me, you have options: you can leave, you can remain. If you choose to leave, good riddance. If you choose to remain, you have two options as well: you can have a little decency of having the courage to be honest with members around here, and that means not telling them one thing in the message boards and one thing in their private messages. I don't like liars, and I will point them out every chance I get. The other option: you can start complaining about me to moderators...
Here's the problem:
I don't care about the moderators, or who's a moderator or a webmaster. I am willing to disrespect a moderator as equally as I disrespect any other trash, if the moderator is equal to that trash.
I don't care about the advice they give, or their little nausea. I will not listen to any of them, unless one of them proves to be honest, and not multi-faced like the usual members who speak to me; and you can also have a little respect for yourself by not pursuing the pettiest matters and calling them "principles,” or making them out to be a cause to fight over, something “important.” Respect yourself! even this is hard for most of you little ones…
I will not leave because of you feeling uncomfortable. God can come down to this Earth, and talk to you face to face - and I will not have left. Miracles will be performed: and I will not have left.
There is a way: you can ban me. No hard feelings. If I am not banned, it only means that I am not that annoying, and that those who complain are irrational, tolerhating, and downright stupid. And you know what? I will not even wager: those who complain are stupid. Because they know I will not leave. They know their words have no effect on me, because their words are unmasked to be irrational, so they cry to their moderators. And their moderators, rarest of the them, know how such a small issue it is, so they refrain from taking much measures: they deep down know how stupid you are, complainers! how pathetic you are!
As for if I'm not banned because you have some innocent thought that I might change by your little advice! forget it. Have me as I am or turn away, but I will not change! Give me a respectable member, a member who has a little self-respect, a little height about them, and I'll be more than happy to sit down and "think about my actions." Give me a garbage lot of a moderator, and I will laugh!
I will not leave because your feelings do not matter to me. I ebb and flow as I see, not as your little uneducated discomfort tells me. Show me your most rational thought, and I'll show you my utmost respect. For even a second, show me a multi-faced thought, and don't expect me to look at you without having to puke...and don’t complain about this puke when it hits your face: the sight of you induced it, my friends! so taste, my friends, what you make!
Crush the infamy!
Here's the deal:
I will not leave. I might go away, but on my own whim. I might come back, on my own whim. I'm not leaving, even when I say I'm leaving - that should be known.
If you have a problem with me, you have options: you can leave, you can remain. If you choose to leave, good riddance. If you choose to remain, you have two options as well: you can have a little decency of having the courage to be honest with members around here, and that means not telling them one thing in the message boards and one thing in their private messages. I don't like liars, and I will point them out every chance I get. The other option: you can start complaining about me to moderators...
Here's the problem:
I don't care about the moderators, or who's a moderator or a webmaster. I am willing to disrespect a moderator as equally as I disrespect any other trash, if the moderator is equal to that trash.
I don't care about the advice they give, or their little nausea. I will not listen to any of them, unless one of them proves to be honest, and not multi-faced like the usual members who speak to me; and you can also have a little respect for yourself by not pursuing the pettiest matters and calling them "principles,” or making them out to be a cause to fight over, something “important.” Respect yourself! even this is hard for most of you little ones…
I will not leave because of you feeling uncomfortable. God can come down to this Earth, and talk to you face to face - and I will not have left. Miracles will be performed: and I will not have left.
There is a way: you can ban me. No hard feelings. If I am not banned, it only means that I am not that annoying, and that those who complain are irrational, tolerhating, and downright stupid. And you know what? I will not even wager: those who complain are stupid. Because they know I will not leave. They know their words have no effect on me, because their words are unmasked to be irrational, so they cry to their moderators. And their moderators, rarest of the them, know how such a small issue it is, so they refrain from taking much measures: they deep down know how stupid you are, complainers! how pathetic you are!
As for if I'm not banned because you have some innocent thought that I might change by your little advice! forget it. Have me as I am or turn away, but I will not change! Give me a respectable member, a member who has a little self-respect, a little height about them, and I'll be more than happy to sit down and "think about my actions." Give me a garbage lot of a moderator, and I will laugh!
I will not leave because your feelings do not matter to me. I ebb and flow as I see, not as your little uneducated discomfort tells me. Show me your most rational thought, and I'll show you my utmost respect. For even a second, show me a multi-faced thought, and don't expect me to look at you without having to puke...and don’t complain about this puke when it hits your face: the sight of you induced it, my friends! so taste, my friends, what you make!
Crush the infamy!