Title: 4um becomes the official Discussion forum to SiaNews/ FriendsOfLiberty/ Libertythink and OldRight Source:
[None] URL Source:[None] Published:Jul 2, 2005 Author:TBF Post Date:2005-07-02 11:13:55 by toddbrendanfahey Keywords:FriendsOfLiberty/, Libertythink, Discussion Views:836 Comments:101
LibertyThink, hmmm...had ya bookmarked for a long time, though I haven't visited in a while. Found it on a page with links to bluepear and some others. At memes.org, I think.
You have got to be pulling my leg. Just few weeks ago you were running around claiming how you are sueing the pants off everyone you don't like and today you are in bed with the management of Freedom4um? Skanky, to say the least.
Gee, Todd ... you didn't have to get so defensive. I mean just because I spoke the truth about an obvious issue with your mania doesn't mean you have to resort to explicative deletives.
You have got to be pulling my leg. Just few weeks ago you were running around claiming how you are sueing the pants off everyone you don't like and today you are in bed with the management of Freedom4um? Skanky, to say the least.
Excuse me? I take exception big time to your choice of wording.. what exactly was the purpose of this?
"I've coined new words, like, "misunderstanding" and "Hispanically"." - GW Bush
What exception do you find? You know as well as others, Todd was barking at the moon over some silly issue for and about other websites not sharing information about users that he demanded. Of course, nothing transpired over his obvious silly and trite attempts but he was dead wrong.
Does this mean he gets access to the Freedom4um data base about various users?
I am not, nor have I ever been a registered Libertarian. I'm an America First isolationist and a protectionist and, therefore, do not agree with much of their platform. Paleoconservative is a much better descriptor of my political ideology.
"I have sworn on the altar of Almighty God, eternal hostility to every form of tyranny over the mind of man". - Thomas Jefferson
What exception do you find? You know as well as others, Todd was barking at the moon over some silly issue for and about other websites not sharing information about users that he demanded. Of course, nothing transpired over his obvious silly and trite attempts but he was dead wrong.
Does this mean he gets access to the Freedom4um data base about various users?
What exception.. hmm how about rereading your original post.. since apparently you dont recall what exactly you posted..
Does this mean he gets access to 4's database? What a friggen dumbass question.
"I've coined new words, like, "misunderstanding" and "Hispanically"." - GW Bush
It means nothing of the kind. You're making erroneous assumptions. It means just what Todd posted above--that Freedom4um becomes the official discussion forum for his fine and respectable sites.
"I have sworn on the altar of Almighty God, eternal hostility to every form of tyranny over the mind of man". - Thomas Jefferson
Why was my question, "dumb?" It appears to me, that Todd wants access; he can't get it; his earlier attempts have failed all over the world; and now, he claims Freedom4um as home primarily because he is a failure.
Why dont you ask Goldi if Badeye or Cal or anyone else has access on LP? Of
course Todd doesnt have access.. did he or anyone else say hes a CO-OWNER?? NO..
therefore it was a dumbass question.
"I've coined new words, like, "misunderstanding" and "Hispanically"." - GW Bush
Oh and BTW, I stand by my promise to ensure unamused is adequately financed to repel your silly attempts; your mania to take every website under the Sun, as you say.
I would help ANYONE repel you, pal. But, all the websites you claim have dishonored you in some way, including Etherzone. Why? Have you ever thought your ego is larger than truth? Have you ever thought you overstep a boundary of even common courtesy, much less technical decency or methods of objective communication interchange?
Gin? Really? Bucky strikes me as a MadDog/NightTrain kinda guy.
ROTFLOL!
"But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of." Lord Byron
First off, I don't run around the internet babbleing "short novels or essays" that abuse others as you have performed. Second, I could care less if you attempt to portray me as some sort of stalker upon your character or otherwise.
So I am not "glad." I am dismayed you don't see yourself as someone that has some serious problems between your ears. You could otherwise be a fine poster; but, you never will be.
I'm an America First isolationist and a protectionist and, therefore, do not agree with much of their platform. Paleoconservative is a much better descriptor of my political ideology.
You could otherwise be a fine poster; but, you never will be.
Frank Booth: I'll send you a love letter! Straight from my heart, fucker! You know what a love letter is? It's a bullet from a fucking gun, fucker! You recieve a love letter from me, you're fucked forever! You understand, fuck? I'll send you straight to hell, fucker!
Bucky, send me some pics of yerself in tube top, mebbe we can do bizness.
Solly if I bypassed http://FreedomUnderground.org, but 'twasn't cool to allow my social security number, etc., to be let stand for a day or so there. Bret fucked up on that count. (&, yes, legal action is still happening: for "unamused"'s site and three others.)
How did your SS number end up at FU? I used to post there and am still registered, and never had to give it.
I would never give out a SS# on the internet for anything.
"culpepper1" is Todd K. Bolus, who is "Bad Santa" at http://ClownPosse.org and "Maximum Consumption" at LibertyPost, and who filed a suit against a Boy Scout troop leader and lay priest for sodomizing him when he was 14 (or so the suit says). Mr. Bolus, Esq. (he's an attorney in Kentucky) lost the suit.
Is that same person as "OneParticularHarbour" and/or "Chancellor Palpatine", regardless of any misspellings on my part?
As I have said, you have a swollen ego; to substantiate my opinion, you seriously abused LP with your rants designed to hurt others within your creative short stories. How many websites have dis-owned you for variations of reasons?
I don't want you to hurt yourself. The truth is, you are prolific writer when motivated with a tremendous background coupled with intellectual capability. You tend to abuse yourself and others, though.
"We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive. . . ." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"
God I loved this book, it made me want to go on a road trip (pun intended).
"Work was impossible. The geeks had broken my spirit. They had done too many things wrong. It was never like this for Mencken. He lived like a Prussian gambler--sweating worse than Bryant on some nights and drunker than Judas on others. It was all a dehumanized nightmare...and these raddled cretins have the gall to complain about my deadlines." - Hunter Thompson, "Bad Nerves in Fat City"
The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers . . . and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
All this had been rounded up the night before, in a frenzy of high-speed driving all over Los Angeles County - from Topanga to Watts, we picked up everything we could get our hands on. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.
The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station. We had sampled almost everything else, and now - yes, it was time for a long snort of ether. And then do the next hundred miles in a horrible, slobbering sort of spastic stupor. The only way to keep alert on ether is to do up a lot of amyls - not all at once, but steadily, just enough to maintain the focus at ninety miles an hour through Barstow.
This is the archetype of the "amiable but stupid helper." Pinky would be an example of this, as would Simon Bar Sinister's sidekick, Cad, who could do little more than say, "Duh...okay, boss!" Also note that the amiable but stupid helper is invariably used as comic relief.
Why do I keep seeing Chimp boy in my mind while reading this.....strange.
There is an archetype in cartoons I call the "would-be world conqueror." That's what Simon Bar Sinister, from the old Underdog
cartoon, is: he's brilliant, evil, humorless and power-mad, and wants to conquer and rule the entire world. (The "Bar" in his name comes from heraldry, meaning a bar on the shield. "Sinister" means both "evil" and "left." His name meant his bar was on the left side of shield, indicating illegitimacy. A whole generation of children grew up not knowing his name meant "Simon the Evil Bastard.") If you want to see something scary, notice how much William Kristol looks like Simon Bar Sinister
Todd Brendan Fahey is the author of Wisdom's Maw: The Acid Novel; his collection of short stories, Dogshit Park & other Atrocities, will be published in late 1998. [am a bit behind schedule in putting out Dogshit Park...]
Triggers the memory of Tom Wolfe and The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test......
Black Shiny FBI Shoes
That's good thinking there, Cool Breeze. Cool Breeze is a kid with three or four days' beard sitting next to me on the stamped metal bottom of the open back part of a pickup truck. Bouncing along. Dipping and rising and rolling on these rotten springs like a boat. Out the back of the truck the city of San Francisco is bouncing down the hill, all those endless staggers of bay windows, slums with a view, bouncing and streaming down the hill. One after another, electric signs with neon martini glasses lit up on them, the San Francisco symbol of "bar"--thousands of neon-magenta martini glasses bouncing and streaming down the hill, and beneath them hundreds, thousands of people wheeling around to look at this freaking crazed truck we're in, their white faces erupting from their lapels like marshmallows--streaming and bouncing down the hill--and God knows they've got plenty to look at.
That's why it strikes me as funny when Cool Breeze says very seriously over the whole roar of the thing, "I don't know--when Kesey gets out I don't know if I can come around the Warehouse."
"Why not?"
"Well, like the cops are going to be coming around like all feisty, and I'm on probation, so I don't know."
Well, that's good thinking there, Cool Breeze. Don't rouse the bastids. Lie low--like right now. Right now Cool Breeze is so terrified of the law he is sitting up in plain view of thousands of already startled citizens wearing some kind of Seven Dwarfs Black Forest gnome's hat covered in feathers and fluorescent colors. Kneeling in the truck, facing us, also in plain view, is a half-Ottawa Indian girl named Lois Jennings, with her head thrown back and a radiant look on her face. Also a blazing silver disk in the middle of her forehead alternately exploding with light when the sun hits it or sending off rainbows from the defraction lines in it. And, oh yeah, there's a long- barreled Colt .45 revolver in her hand, only nobody on the street can tell it's a cap pistol as she pegs away, kheeew, kheeew, at the erupting marshmallow faces like Debra Paget in . . . in . . .
--Kesey's coming out of jail!
Two more things they are looking at out there are a sign on the rear bumper reading "Custer Died for Your Sins" and, at the wheel, Lois's enamorado Stewart Brand, a thin blond guy with a blazing disk on his forehead too, and a whole necktie made of Indian beads. No shirt, however, just an Indian bead necktie on bare skin and a white butcher's coat with medals from the King of Sweden on
I hit my stride in the late 60's. It's a shame when all beer does now is give you gas and puts you to sleep. Never did like the hard stuff.
I drink only a little beer now. It just doesn't taste the same. It seems watered down and lacks flavor. The only beer I drink now is either St.Pauli Girl or Sam Adams. Two of the few brands left that have a traditional beer flavor.
I probably had hard stuff twice in my life. I never cared for it.