Have I been banned?

[ClockworkFox]

Hey, Sun Maid. Lighten up and send me a message in private. I would have sent you one, but there's no "Start conversation" there. You know you want to, really. I have a lot to say to you, mostly good things too.

 

[ToPleaseHim]

FFS, Take the fucking L. Wow. If I had the ability to mute you in the forums, I would. Leave the damn mods alone. They don’t owe you any of their time.

 

[ClockworkFox]

That seems rather harsh, TPH, considering I was holding out an olive branch to Sun Maid. A rather bedraggled olive branch, but a branch all the same.

By the way, I find the first part of your sign-off confusing. Should people in the US cease all sexual contact with any Elephant supporters, or is it a highly energetic way of advising them to stop them altogether? Stop them in what sense? I could mention one very effective stopping device, but better not to.

 

[ClockworkFox]

It's all OK now, by the way. Sun Maid has been in touch. We poured out our hearts to each other, she cried a little, I cried a lot more, we carried out a symbolic virtual blood-mix, and now we are Special Blood Pals. She is going to talk to the mods to let Cuckwannabe111 and myself back on the chat again. I cannot wait to give my imagination free rein and let my lewd tongue loose again in private chats. Foxy is back in business.

Thanks to everyone, and may your God go with you.

 

[Thesunmaid]

My messages are open although I do feel the reason to ask why the hell you think I would want to continue any kind of conversation with you. You held out nothing and I have not had any conversation in anyway with you other than you taking a very public tantrum on the forum here.

You are the human equivalent of a participation trophy and your birth certificate should have been an apology letter from the condom factory. There was no branch in anyway extended as I am not going to accept it from lying narcissist like you. You remind me of someone we kicked off the mod team...perhaps you and he should go bowling. I am sure you will both be able to regale the tales of how you are some big man and I was wilted in the shine of your studly turgid wangs. You are pathetic and sad and while you don't have my pity I admit this thread has been amusing as fuck to me. Go with god Foxy. This is the last time I will answer it...because the shine on this shit is wearing off.

 

[jaF0]

and may your God go with you.

Zhat you Dave?

Still swatting the little fellas off your knee?

 

[Velle_]

"studly turgid wangs"


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I know I've said this before, Sunny, and I'll probably say it many more times in the future: I love you so much.

 

[EarthWolf]

"studly turgid wangs" I'm not worthy...

 

[SmokingFap]

Or are they really like globers who just can't differentiate between real life and non-life? Never heard of globers? Well, globers are a by-product of advertising. Take a look at some top-notch corporation and the photos you see there. What appear to be two or three well-dressed executives around a desk, smiling as one of them points at a globe of the world. You get the idea. The XYZ Company is a global concern, with offices in every corner of the world. It makes you forget that groups of people, real executives, never actually gather around a desk to peer at a globe of the world, because well, why would they? Sometimes the main man is actually holding the globe and apparently explaining What Is Going On to the others all gawking at it.

These people are nothing more than photograph models, actors and actresses picked to play a non-speaking motionless role, frozen in their role of corporateness. And there is a pecking order. The man at the centre with the impeccable suit and the impossibly perfect tan is the CEO, maybe. To his right, the black hip-looking guy with the hair the Jackson Five used to have before it largely went out of fashion might be the Chief Strategy Officer. The attractive blonde with the great teeth showing a lot of corporate cleavage with an important-looking sheaf of papers to the left could be in charge of HR.

It does not always have to be a globe. There are multiple scenarios – people pointing at graphs on whiteboards; the silhouette of two bigshot suits shaking hands in a dark mezzanine corridor seen on side view, while people come and go above and beneath them; a well-dressed man who might be an architect, on site with a hard hat and grinning at building plans with adoring site foremen looking on.

But at the end of the day the studio lights switch off, the camera stops clicking, and then these actors and actresses have to take off their expensive attire and go home to reality. Some of them do not take it so well.

Consider a man staring at several screens on a wall, sweating visibly and screaming “Have you taken leave of your senses? Sell, you fool, sell, sell the whole shebang before the fucking Nikkei Dow closes!”, and the little bloke at the window says “Look, guv, there’s another four punters behind you in the queue - next up you have the 2.30 at Leopardstown and the 3.00 at Epsom, so which is it gonna be, squire?”

Or a man sits down at the table to eat, and says in disgust “Paper? A bloody paper napkin? Don’t you have the real bloody McCoy at the prices you charge for food here? And I ordered garlic and coriander crackle on the side with my oie au four avec sa sauce petite mort, too, so where is it, young lady?” And the woman sighs and says, “Pete, it’s Louise here, and this is the kitchen in our little semi-detached in Grimsby, today is Friday, and so it’s the usual poached eggs on toast and baked beans. Let it go, love, let it go!”

The main exponent of Glober Syndrome was Martin Sheen. They say he got so into playing a Democrat President in The West Wing he got to thinking he WAS the President. It’s understandable – you have the best suit during filming, you have the best lines, the best bubbly, the bestest of everything - you walk on set, all the other actors and actresses have to stand up all deferential and reverential and say “Good morning, Mr President”, and all the military ones salute you too; you walk out, they all stand up and chorus “Good night, Mr President Sir”; you give somebody something - even if it’s the empty mug of coffee he brought you half an hour ago, for him to take it away again like the skivvy he is - they say “Thank you, Mr President Sir”; or somebody gives you something, and even then they say “This is my way of saying thank you, Mr President, for taking care of my country, your country and our country”; you’re looking downhearted, your PA says “Don’t worry, Mr President, remember that the day is darkest before the dawn”; you’re fretting about the reaction of the Chinese, and your Chief of Staff, maybe a culturally diverse, forthright, no-nonsense redneck with a ten-gallon hat says, “Mr President, that guy might be the Commies’ President, but that don’t mean no more’n a hill o’ beans to us, Mr President, because, hot diggedy, Mr President Suh, y’all’s OUR President, Suh, yes sirree, and ah’m heah to tell you, Suh, that, doggone it, Suh, thass all that matters to US, Mr President, Suh.”

Then Martin walks off set at the end of the day, slips on a dog turd in the street, gets shouted at by a bag woman, has to slum it home in the shitty stench of a smelly subway with the rest of them, and on the way his wife rings to tell him Charlie’s been caught speedballing in a sleazy dive again like the prat he is, and she’s sending him back into detox. But most of the time Sheen thought he actually was POTUS, and he ended up with the delusion that nobody could do it better than him, and deffo not a Republican President.

Sometimes I think certain mods are rather like that. Moderator. I am a moderator. The way it rolls off the tongue in polite chit-chat, as though they were hard-bitten insightful moderators on prime-time TV analysing the issues of the day and sternly keeping speakers in line. Or essential kingpins in the planning of criteria for academic examinations. Moderator. I’m an altruistic volunteer moderator, and moderate is what I do.

Geez, you really like seeing yourself type. It really must be killing you not to be able to chat. Oh, and I don't mean "killing you" literally, mods.

 

[Lovetobebad16]

How do you know if you are banned

 

[Nowackosplease2]

I’m going to assume if you go into chat and it isn’t working or doesn’t allow you in.

 

[ICantLeafYou]

This thread is better than cable TV.

 

[Velle_]

How do you know if you are banned

Records do not show your username to be banned, @Lovetobebad16 -- but it can take some time for the records to update. Try clearing your cache of cookies and logging back in -- sometimes that helps if Chat is being fussy.

 

[Quip]

He was banned Velle, I spoke with him.

 

[ClockworkFox]

Geez, you really like seeing yourself type. It really must be killing you not to be able to chat. Oh, and I don't mean "killing you" literally, mods.

Hi, SmokingFap,

I can't say it does! Kill me, that is. To tell you the truth, I thought it was a real bummer at first, but now I don't miss it. It's so much more difficult to fast-type and keep up with everything live, anyway.

 

[ClockworkFox]

This thread is better than cable TV.

Isn't it just, ICantLeafYou?

I thought to myself the other day "ICantFigureOut ICantLeafYou", because you seem to applaud when they diss me, and you also applaud when I diss them. It might be a good way to go! So well done there!!

 

[ClockworkFox]

How do you know if you are banned

Hi, Lovetobebad16.
You know if you are banned when you get a message saying You cannot enter the chat right now, try later. You try later over the next few days, but you get the same message. Then you send messages various, and sooner or later a moderator tells you you are banned, for a reason which you may or may not understand or agree with. You then enter into a week or so of mutual slanging with the mods, it all gets rather personal, they even give heavy hints as to doubts about your persona, which is a low trick and no mistake, and that is when you know for sure.

 

[ClockworkFox]

Zhat you Dave?

Still swatting the little fellas off your knee?

Zero idea what you mean there, jaF0.

 

[ClockworkFox]

My messages are open although I do feel the reason to ask why the hell you think I would want to continue any kind of conversation with you. You held out nothing and I have not had any conversation in anyway with you other than you taking a very public tantrum on the forum here.

You are the human equivalent of a participation trophy and your birth certificate should have been an apology letter from the condom factory. There was no branch in anyway extended as I am not going to accept it from lying narcissist like you. You remind me of someone we kicked off the mod team...perhaps you and he should go bowling. I am sure you will both be able to regale the tales of how you are some big man and I was wilted in the shine of your studly turgid wangs. You are pathetic and sad and while you don't have my pity I admit this thread has been amusing as fuck to me. Go with god Foxy. This is the last time I will answer it...because the shine on this shit is wearing off.

I get it, Sun Maid, I do really. And I appreciate it all the more because you are giving up some of the free time you are already giving up some of to moderate on site ... But apart from all that Kalashnikovish lying narcissist talk ... deep down you're quite fond of me, right?

 

[ydoicum]

Have I been banned?

 

[Thesunmaid]

Yes you were banned in July of 2021. if you wish to know why you can pm

 

[ydoicum]

Yes you were banned in July of 2021. if you wish to know why you can pm

I never knew. Wish to find out why is all. Thank you.

 

[ydoicum]

Wish to know why. I loved the stories and chat both.

 

[Eye1]

I have been unable to log in for days. I get a message saying try again later. Can you tell me why this is happening?

 

[Eye1]

I think I did this incorrectly the first time. I have not been able to log in for several days. I get a message saying try again later. Please tell me why this is happening.