حلال Connor Bible - Everyone's Favorite Molly Ringwald loving, adoption hating, aspiring writer and bellybutton fucker

[Cosmos]

Did he really call black people gorillas?

It's because Redesigning Eva is a ripoff of Silence of the Lambs; one of the characters Connor ripped off was an intelligent, reasonable, and diligent black orderly, whom Connor changed from a human to a gorilla. Given the very long, racist history of black people being associated with apes and primates, especially gorillas, you can see why this is offensive.

 

[Smutley]

Honestly, I get the impression that Connor is just sheltered and ignorant as opposed to being maliciously racist. He only knows minorities and other ethnicities by their stereotypes so that's how he portrays them. I'm not excusing his behavior, but I just think his racism comes from ignorance rather than hatred.

If I hadn't spent five-ish years in the lowcountry I would agree with you. The area Connor grew up in has a very high ratio of minorities, and especially somewhere like Beaufort High School. He's been around lots of black people; I don't think he's he's consciously racist, but I think he really dislikes them for messing with him in school if I had to take a guess.

 

[Silver]

So a few days ago I decided to try and take all the times when Connor talks about his novel or his writer's block but is not writing his novel to see how many pages it reached.

Then I decided not to because that's a waste of my time.

 

[caffeinated_wench]

...holy shit, dude.

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WrongPlanet does this weird thing where if posts are deleted, they still show up under the post history even though it vanishes from the thread. Here's all I can find on this post where Connor, after most likely starting an argument with the "Bullshit" above, defends his right to be an unhappy sack of lard.
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Spoiler: jesus fukken christ connor

I'm surprised, but not that surprised. I mean, should we be at this point? The guy is pessimistic as fuck.
Even so, the way he apparently goes out of his way to drag other people down with him is astounding.

It makes me a little angry that he did that to a pledge someone made for other people to help them feel better about themselves.

He can be a pessimist and a defeatist if he wants. He can wallow in self-pity, too. That's his choice, however disagreeable. But you should never try to drag other people down with you. That's just wrong.

 

[The Knife]

If I hadn't spent five-ish years in the lowcountry I would agree with you. The area Connor grew up in has a very high ratio of minorities, and especially somewhere like Beaufort High School. He's been around lots of black people; I don't think he's he's consciously racist, but I think he really dislikes them for messing with him in school if I had to take a guess.

I think I jokingly asked in the line-by-line if Connor had ever met a black person, but I wasn't entirely joking. He does seem to be extremely sheltered, and he's grown up entirely in the South with what by all evidence seems to be some extremely conservative parents. I suspect he really hasn't met a lot of black people and that his upbringing has impacted his perception of them. It's an explanation but not an excuse.

 

[Cosmos]

Spoiler: jesus fukken christ connor

I'm surprised, but not that surprised. I mean, should we be at this point? The guy is pessimistic as fuck.
Even so, the way he apparently goes out of his way to drag other people down with him is astounding.

It makes me a little angry that he did that to a pledge someone made for other people to help them feel better about themselves.

He can be a pessimist and a defeatist if he wants. He can wallow in self-pity, too. That's his choice, however disagreeable. But you should never try to drag other people down with you. That's just wrong.

This reminds me of the post (I'm not digging for it, I hope you understand) which basically amounted to:

Person: I believe in God because He saved my father's life.
Connor: What a load.

Like, for reals? Why would you actively try to hurt another person's feelings like that? Not to mention all of the posts he's made about autistic people being doomed to be the dregs of society, being contemptuous of posts that talk about successful/famous autistic people. I think he even called those kinds of posts (and posts like the one above) inspiration porn, arguing that they're just meaningless, unrealistic distractions to make autistic people forget that they're destined to be lowlife, pathetic scum who can't operate in society. What the fuck, Connor?

 

[Hat]

[...] Connorites (Connorists? Hmm...)

I prefer "Connorsseur," myself.

 

[NobleGreyHorse]

"Inspiration porn," the way it's often used among people with disabilities, is a term for those annoying memes you see on Facebook where there's a double amputee going around the running track on prostheses or Oscar Pistorius blades, and/or an adult double amputee in the gym standing next to an adorable kid with the same disability and two teeny little mechanical legs, or what have you, and the tagline is something like "No excuses." Well um. There are other disabilities, and the adorable kid wasn't put on earth to inspire others anyway. The target audience for this sort of thing is an abled person who looks at the adorable little kid with two prostheses and thinks, "Shit, that kid has Do Not Want-itis and she's working out; I guess I'd better get my abled ass off the sofa and go work out and then volunteer at a soup kitchen and just soar like a fucking eagle through life because God, I would hate to have Do Not Want-itis." See also: the Jerry Lewis telethon, where kids with muscular dystrophy were paraded in front of live cameras to show how utterly brave they were for living with the condition (protip: not so much; they didn't have a choice in the matter -- and some former telethon kids have written extremely bitter articles about having been used that way). Once again, Connor has stumbled on a term that is a real thing and managed to completely misunderstand it. Film at 11.

 

[BOLDYSPICY!]

LotD, cont'd

Spoiler: I bring you greetings from apple world

Spoiler: I miss brooklynbailiff :c

Spoiler: HA HA FOUND IT

Remember Kengle's Spergweb site?

Spoiler: p sure this is a troll tho

 

[Randall Fragg]

Not to mention all of the posts he's made about autistic people being doomed to be the dregs of society, being contemptuous of posts that talk about successful/famous autistic people. I think he even called those kinds of posts (and posts like the one above) inspiration porn, arguing that they're just meaningless, unrealistic distractions to make autistic people forget that they're destined to be lowlife, pathetic scum who can't operate in society. What the fuck, Connor?

Scheisse, Connor is on to the American Fourth Reich's grand scheme to exterminate the autistic race.
No matter! Their feeble autism shall be of no use to them once we've had Sega issue the exclusive "Sonic Boom: Blue Arms Free Edition." An exclusive edition that can only be obtained at certain train stations disguised as Gamestops...
Heil Washington! Heil America! Let the autism free reign last a thousand years!

 

[Xarpho]

We all know that RE is pretty bad as it stands right now, but I thought of one small change that would a) make the story be more interesting b) get rid of the "Unfortunate Implications" of Barney Abe being a gorilla and c) get away from SotL.

Simple: switch the roles of Abe and Klaus.

- Catharsis creates a brilliant talking gorilla and promises great things, the company seems poised on prestige
- Gorilla goes bananas and kills people
- Project nearly shut down, to prevent them from putting gorilla down, they put him in a basement
- Young employee loses an eye in the rampage (or at least has a cool story behind it) but is the only one to really understand him

The gorilla isn't "operating" on Eva...make Eva older and cut the high school crap since it's juvenile, unrealistic, and doesn't add anything. So we go back to the older Eva working as a waitress, fairly well-adjusted and not a self-loathing nihilist...through some Totally Not Shady events, she finds out about the "Redesign" to "perfect" her. At Babelfish Corporation (or whatever it's called), she gets lost and stumbles upon Klaus and Abe. Abe warns her about the dangers of Catharsis, she realizes the trouble she's in but she's discovered and dragged away, thus entering Act II.

This of course is a far better story that you'll never get to read, because being the pseudointellectual self-loathing asshole Connor is, he'll ignore it or find a way to completely blow it.

To Connor: Normally, "pseudointellectual self-loathing asshole" would be hyperbole, but you qualify for all three, the last one because you're mean to people.

 

[Hat]

I don't think that this has been posted in this thread yet, so I'll go ahead and do it myself. It was posted in this site's writing thread a while back, and it's one of the few pieces of actual writing—though I use the term loosely here—available from the self-proclaimed "writer." Like the "chaos draft" of Redesigning Eva, it's really just him writing about a page's worth of words for the sake of it, without any real structure or direction.

Spoiler: Unnamed Connor Work

DAY ONE - MAX - FRIDAY 7:20 AM-ish

Mother got a letter in the mail yesterday after school. Everyday, when we come here, she always checks the mailbox. Sometimes, I try to ask her what she's looking for, but I keep my mouth shut. One of Mother's rules is that I don't talk until someone speaks first. Every time she tells me about a rule, she asks "Got it?" Every time she says that, I'm supposed to nod. If I don't, I'll be in trouble. She'll be angry. Even if I don't understand, I nod anyways.
"Good," she says every time I nod.
It's a new day of school. Today is Friday. Mother is driving me to school, like she always does. She hasn't said a word to me since she got that letter. She's too quiet. The sun is going higher in the sky. I'm in the backseat of the car. She hasn't looked at me. She's just staring at the road. Right next to me is my backpack. MAX is written on it. That's my name.
Max. M-A-X.
Vanhorn. V-A-N-H-O-R-N.
I'm seven years old, and I'm in the first grade.
I ask Mother if she wants to talk.
She says, "No."
We drive a bit longer until we get to the school. There's no real big kids there like other school. It's just five grades.
The car has stopped now. Mother and I can see other kids going inside. I don't know why she isn't looking at or talking to me. I'm looking out the window and I'm about to put my backpack on when all of a sudden, Mother turns around in her seat.
"Max. Look at me."
I do what she tells me to do, like a good little boy should.
"I don't want to hear a word of trouble when I come to pick you up. You do what the teacher tells you to do, no questions asked. You should do good, whatever it is. Got it?"
This time, I don't nod.
Mother gets this look on her face. She's not angry, but you can tell she isn't happy. "You want to get kicked out? You want me to lose my job?"
I shake my head.
"Don't be a problem child, Max. Don't even try, because you have no choice. You may think in your little head that you do, but life begs to differ. You know what happens to problem kids, Max? They end up in three different places: the streets, jail, or in a body bag. So go ahead and try to fight it. You're a problem kid in my book, Max. I know it for a fact, and I bet that you do, too. Now get out."

 

[Cosmos]

I don't think that this has been posted in this thread yet, so I'll go ahead and do it myself. It was posted in this site's writing thread a while back, and it's one of the few pieces of actual writing—though I use the term loosely here—available from the self-proclaimed "writer." Like the "chaos draft" of Redesigning Eva, it's really just him writing about a page's worth of words for the sake of it, without any real structure or direction.

Spoiler: Unnamed Connor Work

DAY ONE - MAX - FRIDAY 7:20 AM-ish

Mother got a letter in the mail yesterday after school. Everyday, when we come here, she always checks the mailbox. Sometimes, I try to ask her what she's looking for, but I keep my mouth shut. One of Mother's rules is that I don't talk until someone speaks first. Every time she tells me about a rule, she asks "Got it?" Every time she says that, I'm supposed to nod. If I don't, I'll be in trouble. She'll be angry. Even if I don't understand, I nod anyways.
"Good," she says every time I nod.
It's a new day of school. Today is Friday. Mother is driving me to school, like she always does. She hasn't said a word to me since she got that letter. She's too quiet. The sun is going higher in the sky. I'm in the backseat of the car. She hasn't looked at me. She's just staring at the road. Right next to me is my backpack. MAX is written on it. That's my name.
Max. M-A-X.
Vanhorn. V-A-N-H-O-R-N.
I'm seven years old, and I'm in the first grade.
I ask Mother if she wants to talk.
She says, "No."
We drive a bit longer until we get to the school. There's no real big kids there like other school. It's just five grades.
The car has stopped now. Mother and I can see other kids going inside. I don't know why she isn't looking at or talking to me. I'm looking out the window and I'm about to put my backpack on when all of a sudden, Mother turns around in her seat.
"Max. Look at me."
I do what she tells me to do, like a good little boy should.
"I don't want to hear a word of trouble when I come to pick you up. You do what the teacher tells you to do, no questions asked. You should do good, whatever it is. Got it?"
This time, I don't nod.
Mother gets this look on her face. She's not angry, but you can tell she isn't happy. "You want to get kicked out? You want me to lose my job?"
I shake my head.
"Don't be a problem child, Max. Don't even try, because you have no choice. You may think in your little head that you do, but life begs to differ. You know what happens to problem kids, Max? They end up in three different places: the streets, jail, or in a body bag. So go ahead and try to fight it. You're a problem kid in my book, Max. I know it for a fact, and I bet that you do, too. Now get out."

Okay, so slice of life is a legitimate genre and works about it can be very, very good. Sometimes a good story doesn't need to have a complex plot and characters; sometimes, being plopped right into someone's life and seeing the world, no matter how mundane, through their eyes can be a very enjoyable experience.

This is not one of those stories. I honestly have no idea what the fuck is going on, what I'm supposed to be feeling, what it means, why it was written... I'm drawing a huge blank here. What's sad is that there's a lot of wasted potential here; a story about child abuse through the child's eyes has the potential to be very haunting, heartrending, and memorable. But a feeling of 2edgy4u just seeps through the words and it's impossible to take seriously. Not to mention it's hella confusing.

 

[BOLDYSPICY!]

Connor: God hates me.
Nice person: God doesn't hate you!
Connor: Wow, I don't even believe in God. Are you trying to convert me??? Take this advice back to your imaginary friend: SHUT THE FUCK UP.

But seriously, as a Catholic, one of the easiest ways you can get me to completely disregard you is by calling God my "imaginary friend" or something like that. You don't have to believe in God, but talking down to and insulting those who do is a really shitty and disrespectful thing to do. Especially to someone who's just trying to make you feel better.

I've noticed that about you a lot, honestly, and not just regarding theistic topics; it seems like every single time someone is kind to you and tries to help you, you just rudely ignore them or throw their consideration back in their faces. You'll never be happy if you actively try to make the people around you miserable.

Former Catholic here, & even as a frothing, foaming atheist, I find Connor's responses deplorable, pretty much for all the reasons you just described. Just because I don't believe in something doesn't mean I'm going to shit all over a belief system other people take comfort in.

Spoiler: jesus fukken christ connor

I'm surprised, but not that surprised. I mean, should we be at this point? The guy is pessimistic as fuck.
Even so, the way he apparently goes out of his way to drag other people down with him is astounding.

It makes me a little angry that he did that to a pledge someone made for other people to help them feel better about themselves.

He can be a pessimist and a defeatist if he wants. He can wallow in self-pity, too. That's his choice, however disagreeable. But you should never try to drag other people down with you. That's just wrong.

This. All of this.

Evidently female spergs and autistics aren't allowed seeing as how Connor is allowed to make all of those fucked up misogynistic comments and rants and nobody called him out once. I don't know why it didn't occur to the founder that just because you're autistic doesn't mean nobody is never allowed to call you out on atrocious behavior ever. I hate people like that.

So far I've only found one post where several people call him out on being an absolute pig. The irony is that when one poster becomes reasonably annoyed over Connor flippantly dismissing several paragraphs of good advice, he accuses her of talking down to him.

EDIT: I'm assuming Hopper is female, though there was no gender listed on her(?) profile. One thing I did notice

Spoiler: is that WP's a hotbed for love-shys

I wonder how long he had been on the Abilify. It really is a terrible medicine and it could explain a considerable fraction of his behavior. I am more surprised that he didn't try to kill himself while being prescribed it.

The only problem I had with Abilify (after being on it for years) was terrible weight gain. What other side effects have people reported?

 

[Dilbertmann]

I don't think that this has been posted in this thread yet, so I'll go ahead and do it myself. It was posted in this site's writing thread a while back, and it's one of the few pieces of actual writing—though I use the term loosely here—available from the self-proclaimed "writer." Like the "chaos draft" of Redesigning Eva, it's really just him writing about a page's worth of words for the sake of it, without any real structure or direction.

Spoiler: Unnamed Connor Work

DAY ONE - MAX - FRIDAY 7:20 AM-ish

Mother got a letter in the mail yesterday after school. Everyday, when we come here, she always checks the mailbox. Sometimes, I try to ask her what she's looking for, but I keep my mouth shut. One of Mother's rules is that I don't talk until someone speaks first. Every time she tells me about a rule, she asks "Got it?" Every time she says that, I'm supposed to nod. If I don't, I'll be in trouble. She'll be angry. Even if I don't understand, I nod anyways.
"Good," she says every time I nod.
It's a new day of school. Today is Friday. Mother is driving me to school, like she always does. She hasn't said a word to me since she got that letter. She's too quiet. The sun is going higher in the sky. I'm in the backseat of the car. She hasn't looked at me. She's just staring at the road. Right next to me is my backpack. MAX is written on it. That's my name.
Max. M-A-X.
Vanhorn. V-A-N-H-O-R-N.
I'm seven years old, and I'm in the first grade.
I ask Mother if she wants to talk.
She says, "No."
We drive a bit longer until we get to the school. There's no real big kids there like other school. It's just five grades.
The car has stopped now. Mother and I can see other kids going inside. I don't know why she isn't looking at or talking to me. I'm looking out the window and I'm about to put my backpack on when all of a sudden, Mother turns around in her seat.
"Max. Look at me."
I do what she tells me to do, like a good little boy should.
"I don't want to hear a word of trouble when I come to pick you up. You do what the teacher tells you to do, no questions asked. You should do good, whatever it is. Got it?"
This time, I don't nod.
Mother gets this look on her face. She's not angry, but you can tell she isn't happy. "You want to get kicked out? You want me to lose my job?"
I shake my head.
"Don't be a problem child, Max. Don't even try, because you have no choice. You may think in your little head that you do, but life begs to differ. You know what happens to problem kids, Max? They end up in three different places: the streets, jail, or in a body bag. So go ahead and try to fight it. You're a problem kid in my book, Max. I know it for a fact, and I bet that you do, too. Now get out."

Oh fuck me. The writing's all over the place. Is this a attempt to be edgy? if so, then it's making me cringe.

 

[BOLDYSPICY!]

Oh fuck me. The writing's all over the place. Is this a attempt to be edgy? if so, then it's making me cringe.

It was actually kinda believable until the "problem child" bit. Too reminiscent of "get the fuck outta my crib, Elliot." I doubt a little kid knows what a bodybag is.
Also, you'd think a kid like Connor who's suffered SO MUCH ABUSE would actually, you know, know what abusive parents sound like.

 

[The Knife]

I don't think that this has been posted in this thread yet, so I'll go ahead and do it myself. It was posted in this site's writing thread a while back, and it's one of the few pieces of actual writing—though I use the term loosely here—available from the self-proclaimed "writer." Like the "chaos draft" of Redesigning Eva, it's really just him writing about a page's worth of words for the sake of it, without any real structure or direction.

Spoiler: Unnamed Connor Work

DAY ONE - MAX - FRIDAY 7:20 AM-ish

Mother got a letter in the mail yesterday after school. Everyday, when we come here, she always checks the mailbox. Sometimes, I try to ask her what she's looking for, but I keep my mouth shut. One of Mother's rules is that I don't talk until someone speaks first. Every time she tells me about a rule, she asks "Got it?" Every time she says that, I'm supposed to nod. If I don't, I'll be in trouble. She'll be angry. Even if I don't understand, I nod anyways.
"Good," she says every time I nod.
It's a new day of school. Today is Friday. Mother is driving me to school, like she always does. She hasn't said a word to me since she got that letter. She's too quiet. The sun is going higher in the sky. I'm in the backseat of the car. She hasn't looked at me. She's just staring at the road. Right next to me is my backpack. MAX is written on it. That's my name.
Max. M-A-X.
Vanhorn. V-A-N-H-O-R-N.
I'm seven years old, and I'm in the first grade.
I ask Mother if she wants to talk.
She says, "No."
We drive a bit longer until we get to the school. There's no real big kids there like other school. It's just five grades.
The car has stopped now. Mother and I can see other kids going inside. I don't know why she isn't looking at or talking to me. I'm looking out the window and I'm about to put my backpack on when all of a sudden, Mother turns around in her seat.
"Max. Look at me."
I do what she tells me to do, like a good little boy should.
"I don't want to hear a word of trouble when I come to pick you up. You do what the teacher tells you to do, no questions asked. You should do good, whatever it is. Got it?"
This time, I don't nod.
Mother gets this look on her face. She's not angry, but you can tell she isn't happy. "You want to get kicked out? You want me to lose my job?"
I shake my head.
"Don't be a problem child, Max. Don't even try, because you have no choice. You may think in your little head that you do, but life begs to differ. You know what happens to problem kids, Max? They end up in three different places: the streets, jail, or in a body bag. So go ahead and try to fight it. You're a problem kid in my book, Max. I know it for a fact, and I bet that you do, too. Now get out."

This sounds exactly like A Child Called It.

 

[EI 903]

This sounds exactly like A Child Called It.

A master class in writing with Prof. Bible:

 

[BOLDYSPICY!]

This sounds exactly like A Child Called It.

I just looked it up, & fuck, you're exactly right. Goddammit, Connor.

EDIT: I can't get over how much he touts himself as this creative genius when he's so terminally unimaginative asdfghjkl

 

[Overcast]

...holy shit, dude.

Spoiler

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WrongPlanet does this weird thing where if posts are deleted, they still show up under the post history even though it vanishes from the thread. Here's all I can find on this post where Connor, after most likely starting an argument with the "Bullshit" above, defends his right to be an unhappy sack of lard.
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Wow Connor.

I get being depressed and pessimistic about a lot of stuff. But as others have said, don't drag other people down with you.

It's saddening to me really, I'm trying to adjust myself to the mindset of the person he was quoting, so it irks me a little to see him do that.