In Sciforums Highschool, who'd pull a "Columbine"?

I'm thinking Sdrenzi. He strikes me as unbalanced. I would have said Witnessjudgeandjury, but he was banned about a month ago.

Draqon and Lixluke are the next two.

What say you?

In Sciforums Highschool, who'd pull a "Columbine"?

I'm thinking Sdrenzi. He strikes me as unbalanced. I would have said Witnessjudgeandjury, but he was banned about a month ago.

Draqon and Lixluke are the next two.

What say you?

thanks for mentioning me. But I am a pacifist in life, I do not hold my anger or distress in me...I let it out in words...art (on other site)...in undersleep...but not on people. :p Rest assured, I am the least of your fears.

Do you, perchance, have any black trenchcoats?

Do you, perchance, have any black trenchcoats?

nope. :rolleyes: I just haven sleep 48 hours...calculus test is coming...

I have a long black leather coat, but it's not a trench coat. It doesn't remotely resemble one. But when I pop the collar, I look like a poser of a badass.

Para mí, my methods would be much more subtle than some idiot with a submachine gun or two. However, my subterfuge would be profound. Kind of like how high school actually went for me.

Do elaborate?

Do you ever wonder where the cool and collected young criminal minds are, as baum pointed out? Where are the subtle masterminds creating mayhem by filling the water coolers with kerosene and putting model rocket igniters in the spiggots? Or rigging a small propane torch to slowly burn through the BIG propane tank outside the cafeteria?

Well, in high school, I staged one-man protests, spectacles[1], and insubordinations (always for a higher principle, of course), thus weakening the authority of the immoral and incompetent school administrators. The day I dropped out, I prepared fifty copies of an anti-school manifesto that made its rounds in my wake and is apparently still talked about among those current students who were in school with me at the time. I can hardly take full credit, but today the school is the very picture of suburban chaos. Skinny white drug dealers rule the hallways (more so than they did before). New principals come in and out through a revolving door. This January saw a state (maybe national?) record ten bomb threats, none of them substantiated. I say they all deserve it. The place is a shithole.

If I didn't drop out, I probably would have gotten so bored that the kind of vandalism superluminal is talking about would have become just a way of passing the time.

As for here, I would probably employ somewhat similar political methods. No need to open fire on my own monitor just because spurious's avatar has Bush in it.

1. This is easy. For want of a seat at the overcrowded lunch tables (the school was actually overpopulated and violated the fire code for the cafeteria four times a day -- once per lunch period) bring in a lawn chair and read a book. Subsequently contemplate your success at inciting a mild panic among the staff, and come in the next week with a beach blanket, a chess board, and one of those Fisher-Price road signs that reads, "SLOW KIDS AT PLAY" -- after all, the principal only told you to never again bring in the lawn chair. Challenge passers by to a short game. Later, watch as other students become unafraid to express themselves in similar ways.

Do you ever wonder where the cool and collected young criminal minds are, as baum pointed out? Where are the subtle masterminds creating mayhem by filling the water coolers with kerosene and putting model rocket igniters in the spiggots? Or rigging a small propane torch to slowly burn through the BIG propane tank outside the cafeteria?

or rigging a bucket of pigsblood above the stage at promnight....

Baumgarten:

What was in this manifesto and how was the school immoral?

Dear All
if you would excuse my ignorance but whats a Columbine???

Thanks
~~~~~~~~~~
Take care
zak

Baumgarten:

What was in this manifesto and how was the school immoral?

I'm not sure if this was it, but if not, this interview transcript (a friend of mine was using me as a source in his essay about schooling) still has about everything I had to say.

1. Why did you leave school?

It’s difficult to explain my reasons for leaving school while maintaining any sort of brevity, so I will explain one of them, probably the biggest.

The reason I left school is the dehumanization involved in being a student. In a formal school such as mine, students are usually treated more as homogenous amalgams than individuals in the classroom, because that makes the class easier to manage. The problem with this is that the amalgam takes on the properties of the least academically "able" student in the classroom, so the pace of education for the vast majority of the student body is far too slow. But the lowest common denominator usually isn’t academically inept; he just isn’t well-suited to the style of education chosen by the school. But the school doesn’t take this into consideration because individuality, learning style included, is exchanged for easy management of a large number of students. People would generally learn faster if they self-educated for the most part. As soon as I realized this, I was tempted to drop out.

Another element of dehumanization found in schools is the cold machinery working in the main office. For grading and class placement, students are reduced from complicated human beings to a simple set of numbers. Rules are enforced without considering the reasons for the rules being there in the first place, leading to many a situation starved of common sense. I found myself in many such situations in high school, and I was very frustrated by the lack of reasonableness of the school authorities. I’m not just whining about having to follow directions. There really were some downright absurd confrontations started by the teachers because I was breaking a rule intended to prevent
interruptions of class. The confrontations, of course, did interrupt class, while my original transgression had not. On top of all that, there’s the stress of having to wake up much earlier than what is considered clinically to be a healthy hour on a daily basis. People are not machines, and it’s very unhealthy to treat them as such.

My entire academic career, from kindergarten all the way to my dropping out, has been infested with painful times caused by this dehumanization as well as other factors. School was a primary catalyst in my depression through middle school and high school, which hit a low point, despite medication, in eleventh grade, at which point I was borderline suicidal. I took a very long hiatus from school during my junior year and at the same time stopped taking the medication. My depression went away rather promptly.

2. What do you do now with all of your free time?

I continue my studies independently. I have quite a few textbooks on my book shelf, which I use in conjunction with the Internet and the library to teach myself mathematics and physics, as well as a little history. I also compose and record my own music, write gratuitously, and work on miscellaneous projects.

Just a while ago, I was working on a friend’s web site, and I learned many new programming tricks just doing that. If I keep practicing at it, I’ll be good enough to make a career out of writing code soon.

Additionally, I’ll soon be working on an idea I have to build a better model rocket recovery system. In order to design it well, I’ll learn a lot of advanced physics, like fluid dynamics. If the system works reliably when I finish with it, I may be able to get a patent on it, and then possibly sell that patent, taking my focus off of money so that I can put it on something more important, like making a meaningful contribution to humanity.

3. How do you think your decision to leave school will affect your future?

Now that I’ve left school, I actually _have_ a future. I feel like I’ve got a life worth living ahead of me. I don’t have to follow a pre-ordained career cast from the die of whichever degree I pursue in college. I can live according to my own ideals instead of worrying about competing with my peers. Leaving school has liberated and emboldened my spirit. I feel a thirst for knowledge unparalleled since before I was ten years old, and I’m confident enough now to quench that thirst on my own terms. Learning is no longer a chore. Now it is as important and desirable in my life as the color in my vision or the taste buds on my tongue.

Actually, it's kind of embarrassing reading that. They seem like relatively petty trifles now, but at the time, they were life. Here is a relevant entry from my (yes, I ashamedly admit that at the time I was keeping a) blog:

September 28, 2004 - After a confrontation with oppressive authorities yesterday morning, I decided that it would be more productive to leave school than to stay and bicker. I was subsequently suspended, but not before a scene of hilarity ensued. Read on for further details.

'Twas third period on the final Day of the Moon in the Month of Our Hero's birthday, eight years before the end of the world. The protagonist was minding his own business, reading a textbook on Objective-C on his PowerBook G4, and not hurting anybody by means of knife to the face. His fellow sheep had constructed a weak facade with the intention of using it to fool the subsitute teacher into believing that they were working on a history assignment related to ancient Greece. Our Hero would have none of this ridiculous trickery, however; he intended to learn Objective-C in the comfort of his own home directory; and besides, 'twas only his third appearance in this particular class. He hadn't even a textbook with which to do the assignment, though it mattered not to him, his priority being the learning of the ins and outs of the Objective-C programming language; and intend a pun he did not, though he now finds it slightly humorous, himself having a fine appreciation for word-play and stringy sentences such as that in which these words lay; he hates this exhausting archaic third-person writing style, however, and will continue the story without it. How did the writers of ancient epics ever get anything done like that? Geesh.

The substitue teacher must have been jealous of the fact that my computer is so cool, it's ridiculous. Seriously. It kicks ass like the Manchester United using a donkey hide for a football. But anyway, she didn't like the fact that I was not knifing anybody in the face, so she decided to demand that I close my computer and put it away.

"I'm learning, am I not?" was my response.

"You're supposed to be doing the work," she predictably said.

"This is only my third day in this class. I haven't got a book, I don't know what we're learning, and I'd rather be reading this Objective-C tutorial."

"If you don't have a book, why didn't you raise your hand when I asked if you need a book five minutes ago?"

"Because I don't care."

"Close the laptop now."

"No."

"Then I'm going to write you up."

"I don't care."

I continued reading. About five minutes later, a security guard came to the classroom to bring me to Mrs. O'Connor, the assistant principal. I decided to cooperate for the time being.

Shortly after arriving in the office, Val entered to sign in late. Wondering what I'd done this time, she reminded me that I really ought to conduct myself in an adult manner:

"BEHAVE." (Or I'll give you a tonsillectomy without anesthesia. I'm pretty sure that would hurt really, really bad.)

Well, you know how I just hate taking orders from beautiful women. I don't know what this has to do with Val, mind you, but you can be sure that I'll be wearing an athletic cup for the next few weeks after she reads this, just in case I bump into her; or worse, if her foot bumps into my groin.

Foot... groin... ouch...

Anywho,

As one can infer by now, the subsequent scene was not pretty. First, the secretary decided that she would make up a rule prohibiting the use of laptop computers at High School North, assuming that, if I'd been sent to the office because of it, it must be an official rule.

Now let me explain something. For the last two years, I have been bringing my laptop to school and using it for class on a daily basis, and this is the very first time that anybody's told me that it's illegal to do so.

ARE YOU PEOPLE IN A FUCKING COMA?! Or are you just SADISTIC?

Sorry about that. Actually, no. I'm not sorry. Suck it, demonic, mindless secretary. Nobody at recess likes the kid who cheats by making up the rules as he goes along.

I protested this silly new rule by breaking it. They then decided to relate me to a murderer. And I quote:

"You can't protest rules by defying them because you don't like them. I'm not allowed to kill someone. What if I decided to kill someone just because I don't like that rule?"

I'm hoping that you can see the significant difference between reading an Objective-C etext and murdering someone. If not, go ahead and do your duty to society by hanging yourself now, assuming you can figure out how to do so. It'll speed up natural selection for the rest of us. Thanks in advance.

Well, I had to inform this secretary that opening a laptop and killing somebody are two wholly different things. Instead of listening to me, she decided to lecture me on how one thing leads to another, and if you open your laptop, before you know it, you'll be in Hell, where Charles Manson will spit in your face and call you a heartless baby killer for all eternity.

Then, Mrs. O'Connor took me into her office and began by informing me once again that laptops in school had magically always been illegal. Since when? No answer. Why? The school systems will do you just fine. And if the school computers, in all their sluggish, unstable, virus-prone, Windows 2000 glory, are inadequate? The school systems will do you just fine. What is the capital of Turkey? The school systems will do you just fine; now let's quickly change the subject so that you can't expose me and my broken logic for the farce that we are, shall we?

Mrs. O'Connor commenced to address the second issue at hand, my attendance. Apparently, she had decided to chastise me for doing nothing wrong. I, like every other student at North, am allotted sixteen unexcused absences for the year. In a struggle to reset my internal clock and deal with an overall discouraging home environment, I'd already expended six of them finding myself unable to wake up before noon. So, apparently, I was being chastised for having six absences. Still playing the game, I was foolish enough to give a bureaucratic response to a bureaucratic address:

"If the rule is sixteen absences, then why are you bringing me here after only six?" It's not like I need you to count for me, Mrs. O'Connor. I can tell whether or not I'm in school on a given day.

"Well, at this rate--"

"Did I break a rule, or didn't--"

"Do not interrupt me. I wait for you to finish speaking, and so should you."

"But you just interrupted me to tell me not to interrupt. How hypocritical of you."

"I said, do not interrupt me. If you do not improve your attendance, you will not get credit for the year."

"Credit is of no concern to me. I can't graduate. My formal education is over." This is true. Though I am a senior, I did not receive sufficient credits last year to graduate this year. I'm not about to jump through hoops just to get some credit, so I figure that dropping out would do me better. My standardized test scores can carry me if need be.

"You did not complete the requirements for graduation, therefore your formal education continues." I don't know why she thinks I should have graduated in my junior year. Perhaps it's because she's a fucking idiot.

"No, you see, it doesn't matter what you think about my formal education, because it's my education, not yours. If I decide that my education here is over, then it's over. Come to think of it, by definition, I can't receive an education here, anyway. I'm not learning in any of my classes, and you do have to be learning to be considered as being educated."

"You did not complete the requirements for graduation last--"

"Now look here. If you want this conversation to continue, then you'll listen to me very carefully. My patience with you is wearing extremely thin right now, so listen. You do not determine when my formal education begins and ends. I do. Why? Because it's my education, not yours. Understand? I'm not learning in any of my classes, anyway, so I can't be educated here in the first place."

"Whether you learn here or not is up to you." So it's my fault that you can't provide for me sufficiently challenging classes? At this preposterousness, I bursted out laughing. O'Connor did not expect this sort of reaction, and she went into that distinctive bureaucratic 'calm panic,' where they try to act like they're in control of the situation. I listened to her try to establish her dominance over me for about a half a minute, learned in doing so that I would not be allowed to continue attending classes for the day, and decided that I'd then rather spend my day at home. I picked up my briefcase (yes, briefcase; I like it because it looks funny) and computer bag, and headed for the exit.

"Bye bye, bureaucrats!" I called in a spirited tone as I walked out the door. I immediately exited the building and walked through the parking lot, where I saw a security guard who'd already been alerted to my attempted departure.

Ah, yes. This was the one who had been so rude to me on Friday, telling me to "get over it" when I commented on a ridiculous rule. Now she was approaching me in a benevolent manner, begging me to return to class, acting as if my leaving would somehow hurt her feelings. I'd seen security guards do this before. It's a psychological tactic, designed to convince the student to turn back by making him feel sorry or guilty; in other words, a con to get me to willingly return to the custody of O'Connor and company. But I saw through her treachery, and as she begged me not to leave, I delivered the correct response for the situation:

"Get over it!"

And I walked henceforth with a bounce in my step, filled with an ecstatic sensation of liberation. Victory was mine.

As for immorality, the offenses are too numerous to list. Confiscation of cell phones, notebooks, binders, and other personal items (I can understand keeping a disruptive cell phone for a day, but not the whole year; notebooks, binders, etc. I just don't understand), and lying to parents about their children are the most recent complaints I've heard. I have a more fundamental issue with the way students are told when to be hungry, when to go to the bathroom (it is absolutely forbidden to use the lavatory within the first or last ten minutes of class), et cetera.

And of course, the greatest affront is that they are simply incompetent. How was the threat of discipline conveyed to me when I brought in a lawn chair? The principal walked up to me, stood over me, and swung the head of a Mag Lite into his open palm threateningly. There are only so many ways that could be construed, and none of them are easy to take seriously.

Most of the administrators there clothe their lives in their work; they make caricatures of themselves trying to impose their officiality because of the desperate importance of their jobs, the complete value it gives to their entire lives. They can't manage their own individual selves, much less three thousand plus hormonally overwhelmed teenagers. Their ineptitude will affect each and every one of them, and for most, those effects will be lifelong.

Dear All
if you would excuse my ignorance but whats a Columbine???

Thanks
~~~~~~~~~~
Take care
zak

Columbine was a High School Massacre where a bunch of "underachiever" architype students decided to vent all their worldly hate on their schoolmates with a number of firearms.

The kids in question were pretty messed up to get the way they did especially without any forms of help to advert it.

Anyone that thinks blowing away a bunch of people will solve their issues or the worlds issues is obviously more than a picnic basket short of a picnic.

Columbine was a High School Massacre where a bunch of "underachiever" architype students decided to vent all their worldly hate on their schoolmates with a number of firearms.

The kids in question were pretty messed up to get the way they did especially without any forms of help to advert it.

Anyone that thinks blowing away a bunch of people will solve their issues or the worlds issues is obviously more than a picnic basket short of a picnic.


Yeah, whats funny is that HS get's to be more irrelevant the longer your out of it:rolleyes:

It becomes irrelevant the MOMENT you are out of it.

It becomes irrelevant the MOMENT you are out of it.

well said:) I forgot about that.

me me
starting with skin

Columbine was a High School Massacre where a bunch of "underachiever" architype students decided to vent all their worldly hate on their schoolmates with a number of firearms.

The kids in question were pretty messed up to get the way they did especially without any forms of help to advert it.

Anyone that thinks blowing away a bunch of people will solve their issues or the worlds issues is obviously more than a picnic basket short of a picnic.

Hi stryder,

Thank you for clearing that up for me...

~~~~~~~~~~~
take care
zak

If this were high-School

Theoryofrelativity would be the school snitch; telling teachers all that goes on between the students, calling on the principle at every provication, whinning and enjoing her status as the teacher's pet.

Baron Max would be the school dushbag - a lumbering hulk, with the wit of a skunk and the smell that goes along with it.

Invert nexus would be the school nice-guy everyone likes but thinks little of.

spuriousmonkey would be the school nerd who has little tolerance for stupidity and prefers to be alone with his books.

If this were high-School

Theoryofrelativity would be the school snitch; telling teachers all that goes on between the students, calling on the principle at every provication, whinning and enjoing her status as the teacher's pet.

She does already..


Baron Max would be the school dushbag - a lumbering hulk, with the wit of a skunk and the smell that goes along with it.
Don't ask me why, but reading that, what comes to mind are the words..

"Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay. I sleep all night and I work all day."..

A la Monty Python's Flying Circus..

individually your all ok, but as a group you all would really suck:)

Dear All
if you would excuse my ignorance but whats a Columbine???

Thanks
~~~~~~~~~~
Take care
zak

Hey Zak! :)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbine_High_School_massacre

:(

riku_124 would be the sttoner, that everybody knows a little bit, but no one really knowns, the loner

If this were high-School
Oh, oh, do me! Do me!!!

spuriousmonkey would be the school nerd who has little tolerance for stupidity and prefers to be alone with his books.

I was never the nerd in highschool. I stank at math and physics. I was just a nobody.

Oh, oh, do me! Do me!!!Slut!!!!
I just did.

Yay!

That felt nice. Do me again!

If this were high-School

Theoryofrelativity would be the school snitch; telling teachers all that goes on between the students, calling on the principle at every provication, whinning and enjoing her status as the teacher's pet.

Baron Max would be the school dushbag - a lumbering hulk, with the wit of a skunk and the smell that goes along with it.

Invert nexus would be the school nice-guy everyone likes but thinks little of.

spuriousmonkey would be the school nerd who has little tolerance for stupidity and prefers to be alone with his books.

Do me!!!

I'd probably be the inconspicuous nerd who usually contributes little to a conversation but could do if he wanted. Hey, I am an inconspicuous nerd. I think nearly 60% of my posts are one liners.

I'd probably be the inconspicuous nerd who usually contributes little to a conversation but could do if he wanted. Hey, I am an inconspicuous nerd. I think nearly 60% of my posts are one liners.

:mad: your dead !

i think psudo would pull a colimbine on us all because he hates how much we complain!!!!

Dear Pseudo, I don't like the colour of top left pixel. Please change it. Thanks.

That felt nice. Do me again!Whore!

There you go.


samcdkey
Do me!!!Wait, I haven’t finished with the slut/whore yet.
One bitch at a time.

Satyr

I am flattered that I always make your list when you are compiling one, and amusing as they are to read zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz they aren't very accurate.

I do not consider the public (and private) run ins I have had here with James, Q and Skin as 'sucking up'. The fact I report offensive crap is no different to all the others who report offensive crap. Why, Red started a thread using one of Bells posts and she was on his case in Pm, making him make a public apology and practical retraction. Funny day that was, realising the fragility of the 'school bitch'.

I was far from a goody at school, I dislike authority and certainly dislike fools which of course most teachers were. I had good fun shall we say.

pm me a copy of your reply to this won't you, as I won't be back to your thread

oh hang on a minute?

This wasn't YOUR thread, you have hijacked it

you must be jealous of Prince james and in competion with him :rolleyes:

Satyr

I am flattered that I always make your list when you are compiling one, and amusing as they are to read zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz they aren't very accurate.Every time you insinuate that I am boring…I cry.

I do not consider the public (and private) run ins I have had here with James, Q and Skin as 'sucking up'. The fact I report offensive crap is no different to all the others who report offensive crap.
And you are rarely offended, I’m sure.

Why, Red started a thread using one of Bells posts and she was on his case in Pm, making him make a public apology and practical retraction. Funny day that was, realising the fragility of the 'school bitch'.who cares?

I was far from a goody at school, I dislike authority and certainly dislike fools which of course most teachers were. I had good fun shall we say.I don’t care what you were in school or what you think you were in school.

I can only judge you here.

Remember how you threatened with the cops once?
Good times, good times….

No, you aren’t a whiner, you just play one on the net.


pm me a copy of your reply to this won't you, as I won't be back to your threadI would but I don’t want to offer you a reason to feel important or ammo to go to the principle with.

oh hang on a minute?

This wasn't YOUR thread, you have hijacked itI plan to crash it into the twin towers of stupidity and superficiality.
Aren’t you straddling both with those 153 I.Q. points of yours?


you must be jealous of Prince james and in competion with him :rolleyes:Ah, like…jeaah….isn’t it, like, obvious? :rolleyes:

Dear Pseudo, I don't like the colour of top left pixel. Please change it. Thanks.

dear pseud0,

i don't *ike the *etter '*'. please de*ete it from sciforums and ban a** users using it.

You left the * in p*ease.

Can I be the skateboarder with the Blink182 shirt?

why the hel lwould you want to roman? lol

Do me!!!
jesus christ sam, that's just begging to be knocked out of the park:bugeye:

You left the * in p*ease.

That can on*y mean one thing!

jesus christ sam, that's just begging to be knocked out of the park:bugeye:

I love Satyr, never miss a post ;)

hmm. wonder who I'd be.

probably the dropout, or the one getting heat for getting the hot biology teacher pregnant, or something.

stupid thread anyway.

on with the padlock my good man.

Why, Red started a thread using one of Bells posts and she was on his case in Pm, making him make a public apology and practical retraction. Funny day that was, realising the fragility of the 'school bitch'.

What the fuck? Are you insane? :rolleyes: What and who am I asking..

I never asked him for an apology. He'd misunderstood what I'd said and he started a thread based on that misunderstanding. I just told him what I had meant and I think wished him a good day and told him it was a really good topic regardless. Had I wanted a "public apology and retraction", I'd have pulled what you normally do and demanded it in the damn thread before reporting it to a mod.

And why do you care so much who and what I PM? Are you that much of a nosy cow?

Oh my good Jesus Christ!
Why, Red started a thread using one of Bells posts and she was on his case in Pm, making him make a public apology and practical retraction.
She contacted me to clarify what she meant in the quote! At no point did she ask me to retract it or modify it in any way! Well, having used her quote without her prior permission for my own purposes, I'm now going to go one step further and quote from her PM. Here's how it starts:
Hey Red..

In regards to your thread Is Rape Natural?.. you linked a comment that I had made to [another member].

I'd just like to clarify what I meant when...
The clarification follows and then it finishes:

Meh just thought I'd clear that up.. :p .. It's a good and interesting topic though..

Regards,

Bells..
You can see, then, that the decision to add a disclaimer on Bells behalf to the thread was entirely mine, and that she didn't pressure me to do so in any way! I just thought I'd clear that up!

ToR: Behave, or I'll put you over my knee!

Bells: Sorry, never did get around to sending you a reply to that message - no snub intended!

Now you two girls kiss and make up right now!

Oh fuck - too late!!! Batten down the hatches!!!

This is turning into a bad version of 'Days of our Lives'.:rolleyes:

Red, I'm not offended you didn't reply.. wasn't expecting one in the first place.;)

ToR just has an over active imagination. She's probably PM'ing a mod right as I type to report me for calling her a cow. It's what she does best afterall.:)

how the fuck does everyone know who is PMing who?

When did this place get so complicated...

how the fuck does everyone know who is PMing who?

its on the members' list of what is everyone doing...its live...shows everything. Invasion of privacy, I say. But Sf world got its rules for our humble spirits.

Columbine was a High School Massacre where a bunch of "underachiever" architype students decided to vent all their worldly hate on their schoolmates with a number of firearms.

The kids in question were pretty messed up to get the way they did especially without any forms of help to advert it.

Anyone that thinks blowing away a bunch of people will solve their issues or the worlds issues is obviously more than a picnic basket short of a picnic.

marilyn manson told them to do it.

its on the members' list of what is everyone doing...its live...shows everything. Invasion of privacy, I say. But Sf world got its rules for our humble spirits.
that just shows that member X is pvt messaging.
it doesn't say to whom.

people know far too much behind the scenes info around here, which is fair enough, I just hate being left out of the loop.

that just shows that member X is pvt messaging.
it doesn't say to whom.

people know far too much behind the scenes info around here, which is fair enough, I just hate being left out of the loop.
And there are those who assume to know and also need to know. It all adds to the bile in the end I guess.

Especially when they come out with their assumptions as though they were absolute truths and attempt to hold them up like trump cards.

marilyn manson told them to do it.

I gathereD you mean like "subliminal commentary" in their music. I don't know if ill ever know how people can't see their own imaginations like to join dots together, even if the dots don't actually fit in that order.

I have this strange urge to stop killing people.

:confused:

I think if gullible people take the cynical pronouncements of their idols as entreaties to wipe out the entire neighbourhood we should be prevailing upon those idols to send out more positive messages.

Well, I don't know about that, I disagree with censoring art, even bad art Don't fart on your dog.

I'm bad at this.

I think if gullible people take the cynical pronouncements of their idols as entreaties to wipe out the entire neighbourhood we should be prevailing upon those idols to send out more positive messages.

*grabs rifle*