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   > The answer, of course, is obvious.  We wanted to be able to post in a   
   > non-combative, friendly atmosphere where the local children wouldn't   
   > call flood the group with spam posts and call us by childish names (like   
   > Bobby Burro).   
      
   Give those last three my email: georgedance04@yahoo.ca. If I hear from   
   any of them that they left aapc because of my "Bobby Burro" limerick, or   
   because they thought I was mean to the poor Burro in general, then I'll   
   believe it.   
      
   >>>>> Care to take a wild guess as to who drove Robert off of this group?   
   >>>>   
   >>>> If you seriously think that he left the group because I wrote a limerick   
   >>>> about him, then I guess you think I "drove Robert off the group." But I   
   >>>> doubt that even you think he's that much of a snowflake that he'd run   
   >>>> away to facebook just because someone wrote a limerick about him.   
   >>>   
   >>> This particular limerick?  No.   
   >>   
   >>> What soured him on the group were your disgusting comments regarding his   
   >>> undergoing a bone marrow transplant.   
   >>   
   >> So he "soured" on the group - Well, boo-hoo. That's no reason for you to   
   >> pretend that he was driven off.   
   >   
   > When the actions of a group of people (in this case, Will Donkey,   
   > "Jordy," Stinky George, and yourself) cause someone to "sour" on the   
   > group (especially by opening attack threads about them), they have   
   > effectively driven them away.   
      
   No, that's not true at all. If someone sours on the group, they usually   
   stay here and troll. Once again, Team Monkey et al left because they   
   could no longer post on google, plain and simple.   
      
   > I'm sure you pretend that you and Donkey (socks inclusive) didn't drive   
   > me away, but that's exactly what you did.   
      
   Of course we didn't drive you away. You stopped posting here because you   
   had no way to post; as soon as you got one, you were back under a new   
   sock.   
      
   > When you make your presence as welcome as excrement, you are driving   
   > people away... the non-coprophiliacs, at any rate.   
   >   
   >>>> Now it's my turn to ask a question: WHY are you flaming a poem I wrote   
   >>>> and posted two years ago? How do you think your actions here are any   
   >>>> different from mine in the thread where you were doing your "Jerk Store"   
   >>>> laming?   
   >>>   
   >>> Why don't you ask your Donkey?  He's the one who necroposted it.   
   >>   
   >> He "necroposted" the thread you were flaming me about for replying too,   
   >> Michael Monkey Peabrain. Once again: why did you decide to do the same   
   >> thing you were previously complaining about my doing?   
   >   
   > I haven't flamed your poem, George.  I haven't discussed it at all --   
   > apart from pointing out that it was one of the many things you did here   
   > to drive Robert away.   
   >   
   > Your limerick isn't funny (which is the most important thing for a   
   > successful limerick to be). It isn't witty, and certainly isn't   
   > profound. In fact, I can't imagine any reason for writing or posting   
   > it, apart from the opportunity it afforded you to indulge in your   
   > favorite pasttime of childish name-calling.   
      
   As noted, our senses of humor are completely different. You think that   
   if you call someone a "pedophile" or a "retard" that's funny or witty.   
   (Witness your comments on your "Slurp Puppet" above.   
      
   As for 'profundity', I'll repeat that it was a very incisive portrait of   
   a type that I've encountered here repeatedly: the person who tries to   
   fit into a writing group, not by demonstrating any good writing of his   
   own, but by adopting an attitude of superiority to put down others'   
   writing. (Note that when I say "others' writing" I am not referring to   
   my own writing.)   
      
   --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)