(October 15, 2013 at 12:41 am)Lion IRC Wrote:(October 13, 2013 at 9:12 pm)Minimalist Wrote: Judging by the torrent of bullshit that spews from you I don't see how it can be doubted.
If you think freedom of speech means we can't tell you that your bullshit is bullshit then go fuck yourself.
YOU certainly have complete freedom of speech here.
(October 13, 2013 at 7:49 am)Fidel_Castronaut Wrote: Less with the victim complex, please.Okay Lion please be specific, what have the forum rule barred you from saying or doing outside of spamming and preaching?
Yeah. Thats me. Crying myself to sleep at night over the ''civilised and congenial'' stuff atheists say @me.
Quote:...I would say that the freedom of speech for atheists and theists alike on this forum is top notch. Much better than most theist forums, I'm sure you'll agree.
I dont visit very many theist fora. But I have a fair bit of experience with the (typical) asymmetric rules of engagement on atheist boards.
Theists - no preaching.
Atheists - preach as MUCH AS YOU WANT......it is AvT after all.
Quote:...If you don't like the forum's rules (which, as far as I've seen, haven't prevented you from saying anything) well, jog on.
A typical example of echo-chamber mentality.
You are allowed to openly discuss and debate The RulesTM and define what constititutes "trolling, flame wars, and intentionally harassing other members" but if a Christian has a problem, they are supposed to keep quiet or leave.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
