You're not very good at learning, which is probably the primary reason you were removed from a higher education facility. Allow me to pass on a life lesson to you.
You may not see it this way right now, but I try not to pick a fight. I try to avoid giving capable people reasons to be mad at me. Insane, destructive people conjure enough reason to be mad at me as it is. I try to not pick fights because I don't openly invite suffering into my life.
This site is legal. Everything here is permissible under the letter of the law. But you know how much your rights matter? Not shit. If the government wanted this site down, they'd find a reason. Invent one. Purport one. They'd make it happen. They've done it before: many times. No one important cares about this site. No one important cares about me. If some CIA cunt shot me in the head right now it'd be about a week before anyone noticed. Even the site would hobble along a month untouched before bills started to be unpaid and the Plan B started kicking in.
So when cops show up over some lunatic's emails, I'm polite. Yes sir, no sir. When the Australian government emails me over some nonsense, I don't instigate them. Sure, they're foreign sovereignty, but you know what? I like Australia, so yes sir, no sir. When random cykas show up with a bottle of vodka and the capacity to do things I cannot comprehend, I do not give them reason to do such things, I do not openly challenge them to do such things, because that's fucking stupid.
There's a video game I used to play called Path of Exile, a Diablo clone. There's a Witch character that casts spells. If you try to cast a spell in town, she'll say: "That would just make life complicated". I've always really, really liked that line to the point where I can recite it 4 years later. I could piss off people and brag and gloat and give people more warrant than they already have to fuck with me, but that would just make life difficult. I could trip that guy carrying boxes, but that would just make life difficult. I could shout "nigger" in a grocery store waiting in line behind four black gentlemen, I could interrupt my Skype call with my boss by screaming at the top of my lungs, I could do a lot of dumb, dumb shit--but I don't. You know why? Yea you do.
Your life is a fragile thing. Everything you have is taken for granted. Things and people. It is so, so easy for it to disappear. To dissolve. Like tissue paper. Like tears, in the rain.
No one likes a braggart. Not even God.
He spoke also this parable to certain people who were convinced of their own righteousness, and who despised all others. "Two men went up into the temple to pray; one was a Pharisee, and the other was a tax collector. The Pharisee stood and prayed to himself like this: 'God, I thank you, that I am not like the rest of men, extortioners, unrighteous, adulterers, or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week. I give tithes of all that I get.' But the tax collector, standing far away, wouldn't even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, 'God, be merciful to me, a sinner!' I tell you, this man went down to his house justified rather than the other; for everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but he who humbles himself will be exalted."— Luke 18:9-14
