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(Score: -1, Troll) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday June 28 2020, @05:40PM
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by Anonymous Coward
on Sunday June 28 2020, @05:40PM (#1013739)
Ah, now I see why you're so peeved about the claim you exist to encourage people to suicide rather than go on sharing a planet with you. You don't want people you disagree with dead, you want to kill them. And suicide represents them cheating you out of your righteous vengeance.
Oh no, no, no, you've got me all wrong. I want to do something much, much, MUCH worse than kill those people.
Know what it is? Are ya ready? Here's that much^3 worse thing I want to do to them: I want to leave them to their own devices in a world that has left their worthless, divisive ideology in the trash heap, living surrounded by the broken wreckage of their destructive worldview, epistemological shipwrecks along the reefs of reality.
Because I learned something a good long time ago about that sort: they don't fear violence, and indeed take it as a badge of honor. They welcome death, because like the cultural suicide bombers they are, they believe it will make them martyrs for the cause. What they absolutely cannot stand is mockery, and the one thing they can't stand worse than mockery? *Irrelevance.* So no, I don't want them to die. I want them to live, and to chew their sclerotic, hateful old livers like stale beef jerky until they drop dead of their own accord.
-- I am "that girl" your mother warned you about...
(Score: -1, Troll) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday June 28 2020, @05:40PM (1 child)
Ah, now I see why you're so peeved about the claim you exist to encourage people to suicide rather than go on sharing a planet with you.
You don't want people you disagree with dead, you want to kill them.
And suicide represents them cheating you out of your righteous vengeance.
(Score: 3, Touché) by Azuma Hazuki on Sunday June 28 2020, @06:21PM
Oh no, no, no, you've got me all wrong. I want to do something much, much, MUCH worse than kill those people.
Know what it is? Are ya ready? Here's that much^3 worse thing I want to do to them: I want to leave them to their own devices in a world that has left their worthless, divisive ideology in the trash heap, living surrounded by the broken wreckage of their destructive worldview, epistemological shipwrecks along the reefs of reality.
Because I learned something a good long time ago about that sort: they don't fear violence, and indeed take it as a badge of honor. They welcome death, because like the cultural suicide bombers they are, they believe it will make them martyrs for the cause. What they absolutely cannot stand is mockery, and the one thing they can't stand worse than mockery? *Irrelevance.* So no, I don't want them to die. I want them to live, and to chew their sclerotic, hateful old livers like stale beef jerky until they drop dead of their own accord.
I am "that girl" your mother warned you about...