say what u want to say

I feel like all energy should be focused on the swatter and I feel like I know who it is despite having no proof. This is a say what you want to say thread so I'll just share what I think despite the risk of having a dangerous person put his crosshairs on me and having no evidence.

I feel like I know who is doing the swatting. He was part of the Bill Wagonner Crew and went by Wildgoose. He's the guy who claimed Ian Miles Cheong swatted him and flash-banged his dog. He used to openly talk about swatting people in the past. He unilaterally hated e-celebs. He seemed to have a soft spot for Ethan Ralph though. I remember him specifically hating Jersh due to something trivial related to Bill Waggoner crew This was before the Josh and Ethan beef btw. He had a mildly popular Twitter account which is how I got familiar with him. He got doxed at one point and there was a picture of him on a horse and his dad was a rancher or some shit. Here's where it sounds like LARP but is true. He worked for the NSA as some sort of analyst. That's how he used to find people's addresses and information. He was a prolific doxer though i can't recall examples. I presume he got these doxes from his job. I think he got fired though after getting doxed himself.

Some other stuff that dovetails is he was an Opie and Anthony poster and Patrick Tomlinson got Opie and Anthony subreddit taken down. Patrick Tomlinson was swatted.

He was friends with Paul Town and Andy Warski and PPP got swatted around the time Paul Town started hating on them in his posts, not that I'd implicate Paul Town in this.

Although he had a weird soft spot for Ralph I still think he held a degree of contempt for him and was not above swatting him.

I wonder if he has some history with Altistic Right, would explain the ire the swatter directed at him.

Idk, take this all for what it's worth which may be nothing but I believe it.
 
message boards being taken down in their prime is kinda based, most either get co opted by corporations or go on for so long people lose interest and become ghost towns with spirits occasionally whispering "remember when?", if this is the end i'm happy with what went on here and will only have fond memories of this place, except when I called Fantano's wife ugly and got my post removed.
 
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I have been lurking since 2014 and finally decided to make an account in 2017. My first activity was to chat some shit about stupid girly lolcows in what became the Beauty Parlour. Thanks, everyone. Despite the perception outsiders have of this forum, I’ve met some really neat people. I would wager that most who post here are decent and use the site as an outlet. Better here than acting an asshole in public and getting yourself and/or others hurt.

If this is it, I hope all of you succeed in life. I have had a lot of fun observing lolcows and shitposting with you all.

And if nothing happens, I just look like a soft faggot. What else is new though?
 
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When the history is written and the dust is settled, it'll be clear that we had better intentions at heart for the trannies than their so-called allies did. Never before in history has anyone with mental illness been encouraged to mutilate themselves to try and satiate their twisted desires. You hate us because we tell you the truth. You trannies are disgusting freaks, you need to learn to accept yourself as God created you. Anything else is leading you down a dark path.
 
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YOU BANNED ME FOR BEING ME
I WAS JUST TRYING TO FEEL MY FEELS
YOU WOULDN'T ANSWER ME
SO I DECIDED TO SNEED
YOUR TROONING OUT WILL PLEASE ME
 
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