(December 15, 2013 at 8:29 pm)Nineteen Wrote:(December 15, 2013 at 8:00 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Nineteen, do you see us this hostile to everyone, or certain individuals? If you say certain individuals you would be right, usually because they come in her and begin acting very arrogant and self-righteous, much like sleepy although you probably didnt see that. Morepver more towards you (I do not mean this in a hostile way) you come here and make sometimes wild assertions, and when people say something too you act all insulted and refuse to back up and usually block the person.
I'm going to present you with a example okay?
You say things like this and expect us to just accept that and not get insulted. Now how would you feel if I changed it to this
Well how you feel? I think given your behaviour here, you would be deeply offended and block the person that said that.
One last thing to add, I think the way theists are treated here is much then how they treat atheists on religious forums. Most forums will active censor you if they find out your not a believer. Can give me a example of how you have been censored?
All the persons I have ignored had insulted me in personally and I have such a right . I dont prevent their speech , they can continue to speak . Why are you trying to stop people's freedom speech by using your moderator features ? These both are not the same things .
You and sleepy insulted esq in a personal way too, now show me how has he used mod privelges to prevent you from saying anything?
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.
