Ok I am pulling this out from one thread, to discuss it here without totally hijackin

[Byron In Exile]

Old news dumbass.

The current news is that WARBRIDE's post was just edited tonight by the admins.

This isn't the first time they went in and zapped that kind of stuff off of one of his posts.

He's violated the rules twice on Lit.

You asked a question.

I answered it.

And I just showed you crying because the admins zapped his address off your sigline.

What a punk-ass bitch you are.

 

[Le Jacquelope]

You asked a question.

I answered it.

And I just showed you crying because the admins zapped his address off your sigline.

What a punk-ass bitch you are.

You didn't answer anything.

You missed the fact that WARBRIDE posted that address first - and it was deleted from his post at the same time that my sig was edited.

The sore loser came back onto Lit and did it again a few days ago. And it got edited again. That's strike two, stupid.

This has been such a fun weekend. I got to see you dance and dodge as you got called on the carpet for egging on this shit. I got to see action taken about WARBRIDE's second clear violation of Lit's rules. And now I get to see you boohooing about me into the wee hours of the night.

Now quit your crying and get over it.

 

[Byron In Exile]

You didn't answer anything.

Let's try again.

In big type this time, so you can read it.

BTW who was it that violated a Literotica rules of conduct here by posting addresses on Lit?

Heh. Just like I thought. You can't answer that. Dumbfuck. You lose again.

WARBRIDE whined to the admins! LOL

He asked them to take his home address off my .sig.

Too late dumbass. The damage has been done. It's all over the net, and you're the one who posted it demanding I come see you in person.

You're a real gutless coward whining to the admins like that.

I guess that would be you, for one.

 

[Le Jacquelope]

You didn't answer anything. Stupid.

Wanna post your mindless drivel in
EVEN BIGGER FONTS
so I can laugh at you some more?

 

[Karen Kraft]

Re: Ok I am pulling this out from one thread, to discuss it here without totally hijackin

Ok, here is the situation.


Someone here posted a real address and pretended it to be theirs. It is not theirs, BUT it is a real address.

They posted it to someone who seriously dislikes them.

Myself, and another poster here are arguing it was very irresponsible to do that due to the safety concerns of that person at the Address( real address) that was mentioned.

One person thinks it is totally ok, and that "phone books list addresses" so why cant they?


Anyway, I made a post, saying that if I had a net stalker...and posted a real, but not my address. What happened if the woman there was raped and murdered by my stalker assuming it was me?


Do you think it is a smart and responsible thing to do, to post a ral address, a real apt number and pretend it is theirs?

Should they be held responsible at the very small chance that something happens to someone at that address?

Ill post the thread in question

Clearly, one of the continuing problems faced on the internet is the interrelationship between fact and fancy in a mostly anonymous community. One wants to avoid being a liar, while at the same time one wants to obfuscate the details of any story to disallow easy location in real time. That’s why, on TV and in the movies, people’s telephone number exchange set (first three numbers after the country code and area code) is always “555” (an exchange that is not used for real telephone numbers generally). Some people watch the show from their college dorm, some from their middle class homes, while other watch from the “day room” at the insane asylum.

The custom is to alter reality just enough to make actual tracking impossible. A physical “real time” meeting with people located on the internet is nearly universally considered risky, even when both people are aware of the hazards. Add to the calculation, an unsuspecting third party whose address/phone/etc. has been used, and the understood ability to evaluate the risk and chose whether to take it, has been stolen from them.

There is a special subcategory of criminal, “depraved heart criminal” who cares not who his/her victim is, but fires the bazooka into the unknown farmhouse irrespective of whatever residents, if any, might be present. Or who puts weapons grade anthrax in an envelope and send sit to First Last, 555 Your St., Anytown USA. These murderers don’t know for sure that there is a victim of their crime, and there very well might not be any victim at all. If there is no victim, they are still tried for “attempted murder;” if there is a victim, and if they are convicted of the depraved heart killing, they receive whatever the maximum sentence one might receive for first degree murder, in most jurisdictions.

There are enough people “off their meds” these days that the mere publication of an address or phone number is certain to generate, at very least, several unwanted intrusions, at best – “I am your biggest fan . . . . bang you’re dead,” at worst. What it is saying, in essence, is, “I don’t have the guts to confront you person to person, so I will put your info out on the street in the hopes that a nut bag will do my dirty work for me.”

In my opinion, that is pretty much the same as depraved heart crime. It’s telling the zealots that there is an infidel that needs some special attention, knowing full well that there’s always a gomer to do the evil deed lurking somewhere in the shadows. Posting ANY real information on the internet without the express permission of the owner of that information ought to subject the poster to liability for whatever unwanted, tortuous, or criminal conduct which a reasonable person would believe would result, if indeed such a result is obtained. It is also immoral, under the fledgling moral code of the developing internet.

 

[Byron In Exile]

You didn't answer anything. Stupid.

Wanna post your mindless drivel in
EVEN NIGGER FONTS
so I can laugh at you some more?

No, thanks.

You're starting to get boring, unfortunately.

 

[Le Jacquelope]

No, thanks.

You're starting to spank me, unfortunately.

Poor doggy.

 

[Byron In Exile]

Poor doggy.

Poor nigger.

 

[phrodeau]

Re: Re: Ok I am pulling this out from one thread, to discuss it here without totally hijackin

Clearly, one of the continuing problems faced on the internet is the interrelationship between fact and fancy in a mostly anonymous community. One wants to avoid being a liar, while at the same time one wants to obfuscate the details of any story to disallow easy location in real time. That’s why, on TV and in the movies, people’s telephone number exchange set (first three numbers after the country code and area code) is always “555” (an exchange that is not used for real telephone numbers generally). Some people watch the show from their college dorm, some from their middle class homes, while other watch from the “day room” at the insane asylum.

The custom is to alter reality just enough to make actual tracking impossible. A physical “real time” meeting with people located on the internet is nearly universally considered risky, even when both people are aware of the hazards. Add to the calculation, an unsuspecting third party whose address/phone/etc. has been used, and the understood ability to evaluate the risk and chose whether to take it, has been stolen from them.

There is a special subcategory of criminal, “depraved heart criminal” who cares not who his/her victim is, but fires the bazooka into the unknown farmhouse irrespective of whatever residents, if any, might be present. Or who puts weapons grade anthrax in an envelope and send sit to First Last, 555 Your St., Anytown USA. These murderers don’t know for sure that there is a victim of their crime, and there very well might not be any victim at all. If there is no victim, they are still tried for “attempted murder;” if there is a victim, and if they are convicted of the depraved heart killing, they receive whatever the maximum sentence one might receive for first degree murder, in most jurisdictions.

There are enough people “off their meds” these days that the mere publication of an address or phone number is certain to generate, at very least, several unwanted intrusions, at best – “I am your biggest fan . . . . bang you’re dead,” at worst. What it is saying, in essence, is, “I don’t have the guts to confront you person to person, so I will put your info out on the street in the hopes that a nut bag will do my dirty work for me.”

In my opinion, that is pretty much the same as depraved heart crime. It’s telling the zealots that there is an infidel that needs some special attention, knowing full well that there’s always a gomer to do the evil deed lurking somewhere in the shadows. Posting ANY real information on the internet without the express permission of the owner of that information ought to subject the poster to liability for whatever unwanted, tortuous, or criminal conduct which a reasonable person would believe would result, if indeed such a result is obtained. It is also immoral, under the fledgling moral code of the developing internet.

Here's a bit of news. People are faced with unwanted intrusions all the time. It's one of those facts of life you've heard tell about.

Ever hear of door-to-door salesman, canvassers, evangelists?

Ever get junk mail in your mailbox?

Ever rent an apartment and receive somebody else's bills, followed by visits from somebody else's bill collectors?

The 555-phone number thing? That's just a courtesy. Plenty of real numbers and addresses get put out there in popular media, real people get belabored with unwanted intrusions, apologies or compensation may or may not be made, and life goes on.

*exits singing*
Eight six seven five three oh ni-e-ine.

 

[Le Jacquelope]

Poor nigger.

Poor KKKeebler elf kicktoy.

It's funny that you're making so many threads now about me and whining about all the nasty things I did to WARBRIDE.

And yet you accuse me of doing all that in the recent past.

If you're to be believed, then what we have now is what's called a complete reversal.

 

[phrodeau]

LT, it's called swapping the strings to make you dangle the other way.

 

[Le Jacquelope]

^^^^^^^^
spin control.

 

[Pookie]

Poor KKKeebler elf kicktoy.

It's funny that you're making so many threads now about me and whining about all the nasty things I did to WARBRIDE.

And yet you accuse me of doing all that in the recent past.

If you're to be believed, then what we have now is what's called a complete reversal.

Make that parodies ... and really funny ones too.

 

[phrodeau]

^^^^^^^^
spin control.

Who's obsessed, again?

 

[8ball]

That would be WARMACHINE. Repeatedly, right here on the GB. He reposted that address just a few days ago, in fact.

I haven't posted any addresses recently on Lit. On usenet, yes, but not on Lit.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........

Fucktard. You put the address in your sig line, which means you instantly posted that address on thousands of posts.

 

[Le Jacquelope]

I said I haven't posted them recently, dumbass.

That .sig line thing was a long while back.

WARBRIDE has been violating Lit rules as recently as this weekend.

He's been spanked TWICE for that, so far.

Got any other reading comprehension problems you'd like to share with us?

 

[8ball]

I said I haven't posted them recently, dumbass.

That .sig line thing was a long while back.

WARBRIDE has been violating Lit rules as recently as this weekend.

He's been spanked TWICE for that, so far.

Got any other reading comprehension problems you'd like to share with us?

Twice compared to thousands. I don't give a rat's ass if he posted it again recently. You had it all over Lit and recently were still posting in Usenet like a fuckin idjit. Idjit.

 

[WARMACHINE]

When I posted that address, I was 100% certain that LT would do absolutely nothing. Just like he did. Sure, he might post that address in a few newsgroups and such but he's so stupid that he can't make those postings seem like more than absurd humor.

So far I have found him entirely predictable and quite lame. I'm glad I could come in and make a fool of him, its provided a couple of laughs at the very least.

 

[Le Jacquelope]

When I posted that address, I was 100% certain that LT would do absolutely nothing.

Keep up the spin doctoring.

You're a coward.

 

[WARMACHINE]

Keep up the spin doctoring.

You're a coward.

I don't need to spin doctor anything. YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING!!!

 

[Le Jacquelope]

I don't need to spin doctor anything. YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING!!!

NEITHER HAVE YOU, coward!

Well, actually, you've been nailed by the admins. Twice.

 

[WARMACHINE]

NEITHER HAVE YOU, coward!

Well, actually, you've been nailed by the admins. Twice.

LOL, even you know that you haven't done jack fucking shit except cry on this website. BOO FUCKING HOO.... What a limp dick....

 

[Le Jacquelope]

LOL, even you know that you haven't done jack fucking shit

Except trick you into violating Lit's rules and getting smacked by the Admins.

TWICE.

http://home.istar.ca/~kidsbook/puppet.jpg

 

[Pookie]

Except trick you into violating Lit's rules and getting smacked by the Admins.

TWICE.

"Tricking" WM twice might be pretty neat, but tricking yourself even once is pathetic.

 

[Don K Dyck]

Re: Ok I am pulling this out from one thread, to discuss it here without totally hijackin

Ok, here is the situation.


Someone here posted a real address and pretended it to be theirs. It is not theirs, BUT it is a real address.

They posted it to someone who seriously dislikes them.

Myself, and another poster here are arguing it was very irresponsible to do that due to the safety concerns of that person at the Address( real address) that was mentioned.

One person thinks it is totally ok, and that "phone books list addresses" so why cant they?


Anyway, I made a post, saying that if I had a net stalker...and posted a real, but not my address. What happened if the woman there was raped and murdered by my stalker assuming it was me?


Do you think it is a smart and responsible thing to do, to post a ral address, a real apt number and pretend it is theirs?

Should they be held responsible at the very small chance that something happens to someone at that address?

Ill post the thread in question

Irresponsible . . . in the occasion of criminal damage or physical injury, possibly negligence, or malicious intent or accessory before the fact, depending on the detailed evidence . . .

Reminds me of this old favourite, which could be aired again here . . .

Anger Management


For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone--don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had
forgotten to make. I found the number, and dialled it. A man
answered saying, "Hello?"

I politely said, "This is Fred Hanifin, could I please speak with
Robin Carter?" Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I
couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude.

I tracked down Robin's correct number, and called her. (I had
transposed the last two digits of her phone number.)

After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number
again.

When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an
asshole!" and I hung up. I wrote his number down, with the word
'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!"

It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic
'asshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and
said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just
calling to see if you're familiar with the caller ID program?" He
yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"

So, one day I was at the grocery-store, getting ready to pull into
a parking spot. Some kid in a black BMW cut me off, and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I
had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too. I dialled and someone said, "Hello?" I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"

"Yes it is."

"Can you tell me where I can see it?"

"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and the
car's parked right out front."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Don Hansen,"he said.

"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I'm home every evening after five."

"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

"Yes?"

"Don, you're an asshole!"

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. So, I came up with an idea: I called Asshole #1: "Hello"

"You're an asshole!" (but I didn't hang up).

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Stop calling me," he screamed

"Make me," I said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Don Hansen."

"Yeah? Where do you live?"

"Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house with my
black Beemer parked in front."

He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."

I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared,asshole."

Then I called asshole # 2: "Hello?" he said.

"Hello Asshole," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are.."

"You'll what?" I said.

"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over
right now." Then, I hung up, and immediately called the police,
saying that I lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then, I called Channel 13 news about the gang war going down on West 34th Street.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th St. There, I saw
two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six
squad cars, a police helicopter, and a TV news crew.

Now, I feel better...