Red Mosquito

tommy wrote:

washing machine wrote:Anyone besides peeps and spike remember when the old mods crafted an elaborate feud that "tore" the board apart as an April Fool's joke?

Good times.

I feel like I should remember this, but I don't. I have a board blind spot between maybe 2008 and 2015.

washing machine wrote:

tommy wrote:

washing machine wrote:Anyone besides peeps and spike remember when the old mods crafted an elaborate feud that "tore" the board apart as an April Fool's joke?

Good times.

I feel like I should remember this, but I don't. I have a board blind spot between maybe 2008 and 2015.

I was going to PM you the details but you have that disabled.

This would have been circa 2004. I was still a new kid. It made an early impression as to how weird and meta boarding can be.

tommy wrote:

washing machine wrote:Anyone besides peeps and spike remember when the old mods crafted an elaborate feud that "tore" the board apart as an April Fool's joke?

Good times.

I feel like I should remember this, but I don't. I have a board blind spot between maybe 2008 and 2015.

Dev wrote:96nothing,

Your personal attacks since you returned are easily as bad as anything I said so I would consider you having any plausible high-ground is now completely laughable.

I told you you weren't funny.

And you reported me.

You told me the board was better off without me and I offer nothing of value.

But I didn't report you.

And now because you whined so much the mods are clamping down and there is a general trend of reporting shit. The mods might humor you but it's a pain in their asses believe me.

You gave your big boy opinion in a heated moment and got a predictable reaction.

I'm still a card carrying Republican you proudly told us as reaction to Zelensky's public shaming by Trump.

In reality you're a card carrying a Republican and a card carrying baby too.

Eat crow.

Dev wrote:Also the fact that the number 1 word associated with is gay is truly problematic if the mods actually care about combating homophobia here.

Not to mention the constant spam threads. Balki was banned for less. Except he was funny!

Dev wrote:Also what makes you think you can just personally attack me yesterday and then just be like "ok we're done here, I got the last word and now you aren't allowed to respond."

Absolute diva behavior. But you already proved that when you quit.

96583UP wrote:
this board was better before you came back

we had a good groove going

Dev wrote:Here is our poor victim in action harassing me. Not that I give a fuck.

96583UP wrote:
this board was better before you came back

we had a good groove going

Dev wrote:How many people have told you what a baby you are at this point? Maybe do some soul searching and try to figure put why they see it that way. Or maybe you feel so morally superior you don't need to? Anyway you seem content making new threads no one responds to so maybe you are content on your little MAGA island.

Dev wrote:

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

tragabigzanda wrote:Dev — You are a turd. We all like numbersup more than we like you. Quit being a turd.

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.