Oh apparently the constant fake puppetry and carefully-detailed fake lives are just a harmless joke
and WE'RE the suckers.

I had a cracking little shout at the BNP yesterday. Was fun. Our branch only have one proper thug, and one very angry man who is fortunately very skinny and only thumps the occasional student.
Therefore I'm not a bit scared. My dad said "Pah, in my day they had Alsatians. And they still got battered."
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 11:32, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

it's tricky
because i do believe that anyone should have freedom of speech. but then when they use it to spout shit that makes me want to use my pink boxing gloves on their crotches... i think you did the right thing by yelling back. excellent work.

i simply can't understand it. if you want to take the piss out of people (bert) or to describe your perfect life (wbm), how can you not see that ultimately it's STILL FAKE.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 11:37, Reply)

They're sneaky too
They used the guise of an anti-war 'support our troops, bring them home' demo to reel idiots in and get signatures on clip-boards.

Much as wbm might use something like "I woke up with her this morning tangled in the bedsheets, and I can't wait for the rest of my life." to make us think "Wow, if she can create Roger, she must be a swell gal"
or Bert might ask a completely 'innocent' question about Monty's ex-bird in order to vent some hatred.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 11:45, Reply)

and yet
the meatpuppetry seems so much worse, somehow.

the clue with roger was that it was all too perfect. there was once a toolbag on here who targeted me a couple of years ago. said he was a doctor, a cancer specialist at that and i should get my best friend whose mother was dying to call him as he "might know a new drug". he sounded perfect in every way, but after a while, everything was just too cheesily perfect, you know? then his sister was hit by a drunk-driver and fell into a coma (which he knew had happened to my mother before she had died a few months previously, the coma not the drink-driving thing) it all fell apart. for example, he didn't just have tickets to the rugby world cup, his mother had surprised him with front row seats and a suite at the ritz.

so this sort of thing aroused suspicions and after a bit of sleuthing, it turned out he was a mobile phone salesman who never had a sister. he still posts on here but not very often at all, so it seems ok to talk about it now...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 11:52, Reply)

Don't they realise that it's fine to be a mobile phone salesman
or a sister-molesterer, or an accountant, or even mad cow who sleeps in the bath, so long as you're comfortable with yourself.
Pretending to be someone else to the extent of talking about your daily routine in great detail indicates that you are a) insane and b) deeply unhappy with who you are. None of the bile directed at us will ever make you happy because we're just internet folk. You shouldn't care about us enough to sit and devise this shit.
And how is a girl going to agree to date you when she realises you are a mad fantasist??
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 11:57, Reply)

EXACTLY
the worst thing about this tool is that he was actually perfectly nice looking and had a good enough job. he just wasn't the amazingly hot bloke whose picture he sent me (he explained the fact that he could never send any more because he got badly bullied as a child and therefore hated photographs of himself...) and a top doctor. ffs.

but how can you walk away from the computer thinking, ha, i showed them and not fuck, where is the nearest shrink?
( rachelswipe with a fork, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 12:01, Reply)