Fresno_Layshaft wrote:FB, look back on your posts in this thread.
How many of them are on topic and how many of them are juvenile insults and flaming, bizarre personal 'anecdotes' (for lack of a better word)? Its not a good ratio. That's not my problem. If you weren't in such a manic froth, you'd realize that you're not doing anything to discredit the stereo-types that people have about your beloved Boston (loud, obnoxious, provincial). That's the last I'll say on this matter. I guess I'll use the ignore function, but I don't like doing that. But you've made this thread impossible to read. I sincerely hope you calm down at some point and find some peace.
Ahhh, now we're getting somewhere. "Bizarre personal anecdotes", anecdotes in quotes. Praytell, vile one, what do you mean by that? The masturbation thing? That was a tie-in to the Pulp Fiction clip posted. The one about sucking dicks. I used the opportunity to make a separate but equally sexual point. That post was loaded with innuendo. Maybe if you were cleverer, you'd have noticed, maybe even laughed. But now, if it was not that...then what? My wistful recounting of the streets that were my soul's home, that had been defiled by terror, were now the subject of The Cable News Spectacle, which depicts real streets as if they were mere movie sets, instills that same sense of artificiality to viewers who are themselves intent on seeing the drama of the news as a movie of sorts, a deep conspiracy thriller, the "real" script improvised as they watch, according to a preconceived outline of What The Government Doesn't Want You to Think or What The Government Wants You to Feel So They Can [Whatever Twist You Prefer Aesthetically], and my street memories were in part to remind people that these goddamned things actually exist, are actually walked on? Was it the rumor I heard about shit being investigated right down the street from me? You want to know what it was I heard? Too bad. Or was it my job anecdote, which was purely to substantiate in a small way the premonition I really, actually had? Or do you not believe those things are maybe ever real? And if you don't, then why are you here? Was it the premonition? Is that why you so mindlessly insisted that I needed some kind of psychiatric help? What? You're an interesting specimen, a study in vileness. Please, elaborate.
As for the ratio, before you worse-than-useless cynical dicks started shit, the ratio was sublime.
Go ahead, count 'em up, and divide. I dare you. You will be wrong, asshole.
I don't care if I made this thread impossible to read for you or anyone like you. "Man, quit it, you're spoiling one of the few things I enjoy in life, dreaming up the nastiest scenarios about the news possible. What? You're real? Boston is real? Those legs were really ripped off? So? You're a buzzkill. I want my doom porn. Go away. You're...uh...crazy. Yeah, that. Get help, or something. [wank]" You are dogshit.
I have peace. This isn't PTSD. I'm not having a breakdown. I'm not manic.
I'm simply extremely angry at how casually you render real events into enterta...
Oh. Is that what that pinned warning is about? Let the conspiracy consumers play?
Am I spoiling the fun which this board is explicitly dedicated to? "Rigorous Intuition", no?
Or should it be rechristened "DOOM PORN!1!!!!" for your sake, so no one interrupts you?
Sorry to anyone who is actually worthy of respect who I have annoyed, fatigued.
Yeah, I can be a bit much. This time, though, only slightly. But, sorry.
New Yorkers: This board didn't exist in 2001. Imagine these cynical twits, on that day.
Anyone else who's ever had a day or week like this, IN REAL LIFE, imagine that rank cynicism.
Imagine the callousness. Yeah, the sentimental stuff can get kitschy, uncomfortable.
It can even enable bad things if it's perverted to serve nefarious goals like war.
But now, Nordic et. al. come here, and shit on the NYPD, on 9/12/01...hmmm.
How does that go over? Oh, those New Yorkers clapping, helping each other? SUCKERS!
How does that go over? How would you feel, if you were me, the last day, vs. these assholes?