Credible threat of violence

[Jorge]

Let's say someone here PMs another poster with a credible threat of violence or even murder. What would be the appropriate response? Should the mods be alerted? Or the police?

What would you do?

[Anders]

You did write credible, but I’ll partly ignore that, and say that there are three main options with various ways to handle it, even inside those three:

1. You see it as a tough talk, banter, and either ignore, go for peace, or respond in a similar way.

2. You do see it as a really angry nasty attack, but they live far away, so you’re not afraid they will come to your house. However, it might be time to notify the mods.

3. It’s a credible, legit threat, you fear for your life. The bar for this should be very high on RM. But if you genuinely do, notify the mods and the police.

[Higgs]

Standard RM policy would require a run of bad song puns be involved at the very least.

[Jorge]

You did write credible, but I’ll partly ignore that,

What the fuck

[Anders]

Sorry

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

Challenge then to a duel

[The Argonaut]

The mods can't help you, what are they going to do? I mean, if rudd was standing next to you, he would definitely help you. But he's many miles away. You should tell the mods so they can ban the user, but also take precaution in the real world

[wease]

I think you’re underestimating ruddo a bit.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I hope this didn’t really happen, Jorge

[Alex]

this happened to me. Lenny threatened to jack my jaw.

[Jorge]

I hope this didn’t really happen, Jorge

We're speaking strictly hypothetically here, mostly

[Jorge]

The mods can't help you, what are they going to do? I mean, if rudd was standing next to you, he would definitely help you. But he's many miles away. You should tell the mods so they can ban the user, but also take precaution in the real world

What kind of real world precautions? Like a shield or something?

[Jorge]

Some kind of body armor? What do you mean

[Strat]

Reveal your truth, Jorge. What happened here?

[The Argonaut]

The mods can't help you, what are they going to do? I mean, if rudd was standing next to you, he would definitely help you. But he's many miles away. You should tell the mods so they can ban the user, but also take precaution in the real world

What kind of real world precautions? Like a shield or something?

A gun, a hired guard, pepper spray, move apartments, whatever you need to do. Stay safe, we need you

[tommy]

Do we need to start shopping around for a replacement Jorge?

[Ms Harmless]

"be the bigger person and ignore it"

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

The list of possible suspects is incredibly long.