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Several years back, on this one forum that I'm now perma-banned from (it was probably a really dumb idea to say that I was gonna troll the forum when I got unbanned, but such is life), but there was this one user on that board who had such a huge and unneeded sense of self-worth. The guy would always try and steer any conversations towards himself or his own life and would basically whine and scream (well, post in all capitals and threaten to report us) when anyone tried to rerail the conversation. And then on the serious discussion board (where you could discuss serious things like gay rights, illegal immigration, does god exist, or what's the best type of cereal), he was in the old "I'M RIGHT! EVERYONE ELSE IS WRONG!!! YOU'RE ALL GONNA HAVE TO STOP TROLLING ME BY HAVING DIFFERENT OPINIONS AND CALLING ME OUT ON MY BIGOTRY!!!!!!!!!" camp. Like the dude seriously fell into the camp of "All non-white races are stupider and I know this, I don't care what dumbass science says it's probably contaminated by Japs and Chinks anyway" or "Gayness is a disease and a sin because it says so in the Bible and if you don't believe in the Bible, you're going to Hell like the homo you are."
The worst part about the whole thing was that even though he was blatantly breaking the rules of the board, he was never banned because the main admin of the goddamn board was his older brother and said that anyone who banned him would be demodded and banned for a week.
The worst part about the whole thing was that even though he was blatantly breaking the rules of the board, he was never banned because the main admin of the goddamn board was his older brother and said that anyone who banned him would be demodded and banned for a week.
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Anyone who wears a fedora.
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BALLZ-BROKEN said:
I wear a fedora.
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Saney said:
Why should I suffer? They're the ones who suck.
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Indiana Jones also wore a fedora.
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My grandmother is very strictly conservative, a Christian fundamentalist. She's such a sweet old lady I am forever grateful to for caring for me as a child, begetting my father and providing 1/4 of my DNA, but I cannot for the life of me figure out why she loooooooooves Rush Limbaugh. She must have lived during a time when Critical Thinking was not valued by society. She repeats talking points without providing any evidence about how Obama is Satan incarnate, how Gay Marriage is a threat to civilized society because "It's Not God's Way", how evolution is a farce, etc. When I present her with evidence that contradicts her views, she flies into an angry passion of cognitive dissonance. The sad thing is that she wasn't always like this. She clung to televangelists in the 1980s and hasn't stopped since.
I shudder to think that I'll be old as fuck someday, religiously watching Bill O'Reilly's descendant rattle off talking points about how the legalize bestiality movement is wrong or something like that, because the fact is, there's always going to be some new social issue where people draw the line... younger generations love it, older people are absolutely repulsed. Why do so many old people choose to be ignorant and prejudiced, to acccept what they want to hear on Faux News at face value? They'd be more youthful and relateable if they got with the times in terms of social issues.
I shudder to think that I'll be old as fuck someday, religiously watching Bill O'Reilly's descendant rattle off talking points about how the legalize bestiality movement is wrong or something like that, because the fact is, there's always going to be some new social issue where people draw the line... younger generations love it, older people are absolutely repulsed. Why do so many old people choose to be ignorant and prejudiced, to acccept what they want to hear on Faux News at face value? They'd be more youthful and relateable if they got with the times in terms of social issues.
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There's this girl who was in my form in secondary school called Kaiya, I've told this story on another incarnation of the forums, but oh well.
You could blatantly see she wasn't right in the head just by lpoking at her. She used to incessantly go on about Canada because "she was from Canada". She had never ever been to Canada, I can say with pretty good confidence, her parents were canadian tho. She used to do obviously stupid things like if someone said football shed go "I don't know what you're on about! Oh you mean soccer? YEAH IT'S SOCCER SOCCER SOCCER" and constantly interupt with shitty little things like that.
She believed that she was married to legolas from LoTR. To make it worse I don't think she'd ever watched LoTR, but that doesnt matter. She would get seriously unnerved if anyone mentioned that legolas wasn't real - shed run off crying occasionally because of this. She had 2 other husbands, but I've forgotten who they were. And 11 kids... She believed this like the day I met her in year 7 (when she was 11), and as she aged it got a bit disturbing and gross, like she'd come into lessons saying stuff like "sorry I'm late, I was just in the bathroom having sex with my husband legolas". And she'd always be saying she was pregnant...
She had this weird notion that her future was to have 5 kids, and live with her parents as a housewife. Towards the end of school in year 11 (when she was 16), it was obvious that someone had told her "you're too stupid to finish school respectably, but don't worry you'll get a lot of money from the government". She was obsessed with kids, she took child development, and one of the things you have to do for that is carry a fake baby around with you for 5 days. They cry randomly, when they're hungry, when they need changing, etc. like a normal baby. You're given a censor in the form of a wristband so you can't cheat and palm it off one someone else. She left it crying for 7 of those hours, and she threw it at one of the walls in school. Apparently from the censor thing you could see that someone else had been caring for it (presumably mother so she wouldn't have to deal with the fucking screaming, those things are really annoying).
There was an open evening for our school, and someone decided that Kaiya would be the perfect example of drama in our school, so she was up on stage doing a performance. I didn't see it, but I've been told it equated to her basically doing a stupid dialogue between like 3 people by herself, wearing a Viking helmet, and doing a lot of slapstick (i.e. hitting herself).
People used to take the piss out of her all the time, but she really didn't help herself by hanging round with people who obviously didn't like her. Towards about half way through year 11, the school finally decided to punish people for picking on the retard.
About 2 months before we finished in year 11, she pulled a knife out on a girl. She was walking up to the entrance and Kaiya was waiting for her. She did the normal thing and went to a teacher going "WHAT THE FUCK KAIYAS JUST PULLED A FUCKING KNIFE OUT AT ME SHE'S A PSYCHO". Their reaction? "oh, don't make up such horrible things about Kaiya, off to EC6 (isolation, where they keep all the bad'uns) for you!
They didn't even bother to check her bag for 4 hours. When they did, they quietly let the girl out of EC6 and the head of year gave Kaiya's form (mine) a lecture;
"you may have noticed that Kaiya is a bit different to you guys, she's started wearing bright colours as a way of expressing herself..."
Erm okay? I know she's a retard, we ALL know she's a retard, we don't care what she wears. Im just a bit pissy she can get away with wearing whatever when the rest of us have a uniform.
"this is because she has aspergers..."
What? Her having aspergers means she can pull knives out on people?!
"she is very sensitive, so you guys, as her form, need to support her and be nice to her..."
We're SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. We should not have to be forced to be civil to people, we're not gonna listen anyway, plus she doesn't fucking deserve it cuz she's a horrible, self centred moron.
"blah blah blah..."
I stopped listening at that point cuz I was so fucking pissed off with the bollocking WE were getting because SHE decided she wanted to pull a knife out on someone.
Plus no way did she have aspergers. Granted, I'm quite ignorant on the subject, but I thought people with aspergers were on the higher end of the spectrum, therefore not retarded? Like I cannot stress how stupid this girl is, to the point where we've suspected her just pretending to be that stupid. But I don't think someone can persistantly act exactly the same level of retarded for so long without giving it away somehow. Plus she didn't really show many symptoms. She didn't have sensory shit, she didn't give a shit about routine (like at all, she'd always be in a different seat in every lesson, which was really annoying considering we had seating plans), no delayed motor development, no difficulty reading social cues (shed get pissy at people being snarky at her, she could pick up when people were taking the piss, she was just really really fucking stupid).
You could blatantly see she wasn't right in the head just by lpoking at her. She used to incessantly go on about Canada because "she was from Canada". She had never ever been to Canada, I can say with pretty good confidence, her parents were canadian tho. She used to do obviously stupid things like if someone said football shed go "I don't know what you're on about! Oh you mean soccer? YEAH IT'S SOCCER SOCCER SOCCER" and constantly interupt with shitty little things like that.
She believed that she was married to legolas from LoTR. To make it worse I don't think she'd ever watched LoTR, but that doesnt matter. She would get seriously unnerved if anyone mentioned that legolas wasn't real - shed run off crying occasionally because of this. She had 2 other husbands, but I've forgotten who they were. And 11 kids... She believed this like the day I met her in year 7 (when she was 11), and as she aged it got a bit disturbing and gross, like she'd come into lessons saying stuff like "sorry I'm late, I was just in the bathroom having sex with my husband legolas". And she'd always be saying she was pregnant...
She had this weird notion that her future was to have 5 kids, and live with her parents as a housewife. Towards the end of school in year 11 (when she was 16), it was obvious that someone had told her "you're too stupid to finish school respectably, but don't worry you'll get a lot of money from the government". She was obsessed with kids, she took child development, and one of the things you have to do for that is carry a fake baby around with you for 5 days. They cry randomly, when they're hungry, when they need changing, etc. like a normal baby. You're given a censor in the form of a wristband so you can't cheat and palm it off one someone else. She left it crying for 7 of those hours, and she threw it at one of the walls in school. Apparently from the censor thing you could see that someone else had been caring for it (presumably mother so she wouldn't have to deal with the fucking screaming, those things are really annoying).
There was an open evening for our school, and someone decided that Kaiya would be the perfect example of drama in our school, so she was up on stage doing a performance. I didn't see it, but I've been told it equated to her basically doing a stupid dialogue between like 3 people by herself, wearing a Viking helmet, and doing a lot of slapstick (i.e. hitting herself).
People used to take the piss out of her all the time, but she really didn't help herself by hanging round with people who obviously didn't like her. Towards about half way through year 11, the school finally decided to punish people for picking on the retard.
About 2 months before we finished in year 11, she pulled a knife out on a girl. She was walking up to the entrance and Kaiya was waiting for her. She did the normal thing and went to a teacher going "WHAT THE FUCK KAIYAS JUST PULLED A FUCKING KNIFE OUT AT ME SHE'S A PSYCHO". Their reaction? "oh, don't make up such horrible things about Kaiya, off to EC6 (isolation, where they keep all the bad'uns) for you!
They didn't even bother to check her bag for 4 hours. When they did, they quietly let the girl out of EC6 and the head of year gave Kaiya's form (mine) a lecture;
"you may have noticed that Kaiya is a bit different to you guys, she's started wearing bright colours as a way of expressing herself..."
Erm okay? I know she's a retard, we ALL know she's a retard, we don't care what she wears. Im just a bit pissy she can get away with wearing whatever when the rest of us have a uniform.
"this is because she has aspergers..."
What? Her having aspergers means she can pull knives out on people?!
"she is very sensitive, so you guys, as her form, need to support her and be nice to her..."
We're SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. We should not have to be forced to be civil to people, we're not gonna listen anyway, plus she doesn't fucking deserve it cuz she's a horrible, self centred moron.
"blah blah blah..."
I stopped listening at that point cuz I was so fucking pissed off with the bollocking WE were getting because SHE decided she wanted to pull a knife out on someone.
Plus no way did she have aspergers. Granted, I'm quite ignorant on the subject, but I thought people with aspergers were on the higher end of the spectrum, therefore not retarded? Like I cannot stress how stupid this girl is, to the point where we've suspected her just pretending to be that stupid. But I don't think someone can persistantly act exactly the same level of retarded for so long without giving it away somehow. Plus she didn't really show many symptoms. She didn't have sensory shit, she didn't give a shit about routine (like at all, she'd always be in a different seat in every lesson, which was really annoying considering we had seating plans), no delayed motor development, no difficulty reading social cues (shed get pissy at people being snarky at her, she could pick up when people were taking the piss, she was just really really fucking stupid).
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Holy crap, I think I would sue, or at least threaten to sue, your school. I really can't stand that shit :x
Holy crap, I think I would sue, or at least threaten to sue, your school. I really can't stand that shit :x
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Heh well that's not the first time someone's pulled a knife out on someone and got away with it. This chick pulled a knife out on me and my friend, we got 2 days in EC6 for "damaging her self esteem to the point she was self harming". To clarify, I'm not a bully in any way, to my knowledge this was unprovoked.
Our school was retarded. Keep all the knife wielding freaks, but someone has a party out of school where everyone gets drunk? Unacceptable, expelled.
Our school was retarded. Keep all the knife wielding freaks, but someone has a party out of school where everyone gets drunk? Unacceptable, expelled.
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My college pulled this shit on the daily announcement emails around finals week, for us to be nice to this autistic girl who basically just sat in the library all the time on the computer and flapped her arms around. I don't even know if she graduated.
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A fellow professor has latched onto me and, though she was genuinely helpful in a personal crisis I had in the past, has finally gone full lolcow rather than being a normal work-friend.
We have some mild religious differences. That is, she practices Vajrayana Buddhism (look it up -- the Dalai Lama is the head of one of the most prominent sects), and I practice Zen Buddhism. I wish I'd never told her I was a Buddhist, because she is always going ON and ON and ON and ON about this class she went to, and this really great teacher who showed up at her practice center, and... she's one of those members of a given religion who is devout in the sense that she absolutely must let you know how much time she spends being so fucking devout. (You know what we do in Zen? We sit on our collective ass and stare at the wall. And we shut up about it.) Her version involves a lot of visualizing shit -- one practice is to visualize your guru floating above your head, I don't even know why -- which became the last straw today.
She noticed that I was looking a little unhappy. I obligingly told her why: there is some family drama instigated by my stepmother. Tl;wt (too long, won't type).
For one thing, even more than usual, Professor Nutjob kept flipping the conversation back to herself. She has every medical problem, and she is the most persecuted and put-upon and oppressed professor in the entire university, and the conspiracy goes all the way to the president. She made sure to tell me the unflattering thing the previous department chair allegedly said about a medical condition I have.
But she couldn't keep her shit together for five minutes, seriously. Another professor came in and out rather quickly, as she had her dog with her and was on her way to go provide doggie therapy someplace. Prof. Nutjob made a big fuss over the dog and said she could tell the dog was intelligent by feeling the dog's head. (She seriously believes she can feel and remove people's pain by touching them.) She asked the dog's name: Amber. More fussing and cooing. I got to pet the dog too so it was nice enough, but Prof. Nutjob launched into a story about how she invites her neighbors' dogs over to play and lets them drink out of a special bowl and people REALLY love dogs in her neighborhood and kill me now please. As the other professor politely squeezed past Prof. Nutjob to leave, she asked the dog's name again: "Your dog is called Amy, right?" Holy no short-term memory, Batman. She told you it was "Amber" five fucking minutes ago, if that. (Also, who calls dogs "Amy"? At least Amber is an illustrious mineral like Crystal.)
So it was back to me and my problems. First there was a lot of excuse-making for my stepmother. I doggedly (get it? HAR!) plowed forward with the story, and finally Prof. Nutjob realized what every other person who has heard this ridiculous drama -- including two actual social workers and a therapist -- has realized: Stepmonster has some kind of heinous personality disorder. So then she had the solution: I must deflect my stepmother's arrows by surrounding myself with a bright, impenetrable bubble of love. I must visualize this 24/7. And then the arrows would bounce right off. I must send out love, love, love to Stepmonster at all times. Because apparently I've been letting people victimize me my whole life. (This, from the most persecuted, sexually harassed, career-destroyed, slapped-around professor in any department of this university. Okay then.) And I must use all this drama as a lesson in how not to be victimized.
Yeah, Prof. Nutjob, but who was phone? The call is coming from inside the house. You know who the fuck is victimizing my shit right this minute? It's you. This, dear reader, was when I finally muttered, "Ican'ttalkaboutthisrightnow," stomped back down the hall, and slammed my office door. Never again will I make the mistake of thinking that you are capable of listening to what YOU ASKED TO HEAR like a goddamn normal person.
*stress sigh* Since our offices are on the same floor, I'm just hoping she got a schedule that keeps her away from me at all times in the fall.
We have some mild religious differences. That is, she practices Vajrayana Buddhism (look it up -- the Dalai Lama is the head of one of the most prominent sects), and I practice Zen Buddhism. I wish I'd never told her I was a Buddhist, because she is always going ON and ON and ON and ON about this class she went to, and this really great teacher who showed up at her practice center, and... she's one of those members of a given religion who is devout in the sense that she absolutely must let you know how much time she spends being so fucking devout. (You know what we do in Zen? We sit on our collective ass and stare at the wall. And we shut up about it.) Her version involves a lot of visualizing shit -- one practice is to visualize your guru floating above your head, I don't even know why -- which became the last straw today.
She noticed that I was looking a little unhappy. I obligingly told her why: there is some family drama instigated by my stepmother. Tl;wt (too long, won't type).
For one thing, even more than usual, Professor Nutjob kept flipping the conversation back to herself. She has every medical problem, and she is the most persecuted and put-upon and oppressed professor in the entire university, and the conspiracy goes all the way to the president. She made sure to tell me the unflattering thing the previous department chair allegedly said about a medical condition I have.
But she couldn't keep her shit together for five minutes, seriously. Another professor came in and out rather quickly, as she had her dog with her and was on her way to go provide doggie therapy someplace. Prof. Nutjob made a big fuss over the dog and said she could tell the dog was intelligent by feeling the dog's head. (She seriously believes she can feel and remove people's pain by touching them.) She asked the dog's name: Amber. More fussing and cooing. I got to pet the dog too so it was nice enough, but Prof. Nutjob launched into a story about how she invites her neighbors' dogs over to play and lets them drink out of a special bowl and people REALLY love dogs in her neighborhood and kill me now please. As the other professor politely squeezed past Prof. Nutjob to leave, she asked the dog's name again: "Your dog is called Amy, right?" Holy no short-term memory, Batman. She told you it was "Amber" five fucking minutes ago, if that. (Also, who calls dogs "Amy"? At least Amber is an illustrious mineral like Crystal.)
So it was back to me and my problems. First there was a lot of excuse-making for my stepmother. I doggedly (get it? HAR!) plowed forward with the story, and finally Prof. Nutjob realized what every other person who has heard this ridiculous drama -- including two actual social workers and a therapist -- has realized: Stepmonster has some kind of heinous personality disorder. So then she had the solution: I must deflect my stepmother's arrows by surrounding myself with a bright, impenetrable bubble of love. I must visualize this 24/7. And then the arrows would bounce right off. I must send out love, love, love to Stepmonster at all times. Because apparently I've been letting people victimize me my whole life. (This, from the most persecuted, sexually harassed, career-destroyed, slapped-around professor in any department of this university. Okay then.) And I must use all this drama as a lesson in how not to be victimized.
Yeah, Prof. Nutjob, but who was phone? The call is coming from inside the house. You know who the fuck is victimizing my shit right this minute? It's you. This, dear reader, was when I finally muttered, "Ican'ttalkaboutthisrightnow," stomped back down the hall, and slammed my office door. Never again will I make the mistake of thinking that you are capable of listening to what YOU ASKED TO HEAR like a goddamn normal person.
*stress sigh* Since our offices are on the same floor, I'm just hoping she got a schedule that keeps her away from me at all times in the fall.
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Social justice warriors. You know, the radical feminists/transpeople/PoC who rail against the white heterocis patriarchy that makes their lives so fucking miserable, yet instead of doing a thing to improve society, they instead bitch on tumblr, since their misery is what validates their existence.
A friend of mine described it fairly accurately as a new form of bullying.
A friend of mine described it fairly accurately as a new form of bullying.
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There was a kid in my elementary school who was... I dunno how to put it somewhere between special and "hip gangster"
So he came into my life in grade 7 and he liked Pokemon and I liked Pokemon so we became sorta friends. Anyway I drew a bunch of Pokemon for him (which he traced and took credit for while everyone stared in awe and I didn't say amything because I'm nice) and we traded pokemon cards and other shit pokemon nerds do. Then he showed his crazy side by having temper tantrums while flipping over desks and chucking chairs. Then he had a crush on me and it was creepy because I find people being attracted to me disturbing for some reason. So flash forward to now and he's gotten in with the wrong crowd (but doesn't do anything they do just copies their style) and now he's a poser who wears his pants down to his hips and walks like a "gangsta"
Also did I mention he was banned from the anime club I was sort of forced to join. He was banned for being annoying and bothering the other members.
It's pretty fucking hard to be banned from anime club guys, and he did it.
My story isn't very exciting, you really had to know the guy.
So he came into my life in grade 7 and he liked Pokemon and I liked Pokemon so we became sorta friends. Anyway I drew a bunch of Pokemon for him (which he traced and took credit for while everyone stared in awe and I didn't say amything because I'm nice) and we traded pokemon cards and other shit pokemon nerds do. Then he showed his crazy side by having temper tantrums while flipping over desks and chucking chairs. Then he had a crush on me and it was creepy because I find people being attracted to me disturbing for some reason. So flash forward to now and he's gotten in with the wrong crowd (but doesn't do anything they do just copies their style) and now he's a poser who wears his pants down to his hips and walks like a "gangsta"
Also did I mention he was banned from the anime club I was sort of forced to join. He was banned for being annoying and bothering the other members.
It's pretty fucking hard to be banned from anime club guys, and he did it.
My story isn't very exciting, you really had to know the guy.
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Only reasons I can think of as to why someone would think that logo has anything to do with rape is:random_pickle said:
A) Like I mentioned earlier, she's making a mountain out of molehill
or
B) She was raped by a husky
Now that I think about it, there is another personal lolcow of mine. I won't drop his name so as to protect the identities of the innocent, but here's his story:
This guy follows a webcomic I also follow, and is a fan of the author, as am I. However, he started throwing hissyfits related to the author, begging her for commissions. He posted a butthurt post on dA about how people seem to give her art free of charge while he gets none. Eventually, it graduated to harassing her family. After that, she blocked his dumb ass.
Since then, he has made butthurt stamps on dA to the tune of "don't block for bad reasons it makes you look cowardly" and "popularity =/= license to disrespect" and "you can't choose who I can and can't talk to". He also continues to lurk around her page (can't comment on it; like I said, she blocked him) and comment on fanart people make for her.
He's also into scat.
It's a miracle this guy has gone this long without his own ED page...
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Social Justice tards are worse than religious tards because the religious tards do their antisocial shit out of the belief of an eternal paradise in the afterlife. The SJ tards are just bitter that their $80k wymmymms basket weaving degree didn't get them a cushy diversity sinecure at some blogging startup.
I'd take a thousand Jack Chick's over a single Adria Richards.
I'd take a thousand Jack Chick's over a single Adria Richards.