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Revolution 9 said:
A lot of people complain about you. It's not just the mods, or one poster. Your posts are reported by other posters here all the time. No one is out to get anyone.
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For every post I make in this thread alone, there have probably been at least three that complain about me. Not the contents of a post, just me, so it's certainly no secret that people complain. Bum publicly "begs" mods to ban me all the time. He probably sends me at least 3 neg hits a week, with messages praying that I die. Gawd only knows how many posts of mine he flags, or how many private complaints to his admin friends he might make. Not that I lose any sleep over it, but I think the evidence is pretty clear that guys like Bum are "out to get" me in any possible way they can.
 
Gameface said:
Yeah, I had a few bad experiences in my early school days. In pre-school at the Little Red School House (in the Glendale area) I said **** and the teacher literally washed my mouth out with the bar of soap from the bathroom all the kids used.

In kindergarten, Frankin Elementary (1115 W 300 S), I said **** and got locked in a closet for about an hour.

In first grade I spelled "people" p-e-e-p-o-l-e and my teacher started making fun of me saying "pee-pole, hahaha, peeee-pole, hahaha"

In fourth grade I had Mr. Fredrickson. One time he called me a liar so I trough my spelling book at him and called him a **** head. Once we got in an argument because I told him that glass is actually a liquid and he told me to shut up about it, I was wrong and I was just trying to cause problems. https://www.phys.ncku.edu.tw/mirrors/physicsfaq/General/Glass/glass.html He didn't let me go on a filed trip to the Hansen Planetarium because I had been banished to the office for the last two weeks and didn't even know about it, thus no permission slip . I called him an *** hole and went back to my desk in the office. The principal was walking out of his office and noticed me coming back in, asked me what happened. I said, "I told him he was an *** hole...because he's just like you!." Then I went and sat at my desk. He told me he was going to call my father. I told him to go ahead. He didn't call. Another time I hit a girl before school started and he tried to send me to the office again. I told him I wasn't going to the office because I didn't do anything during school so it was none of their business. He told me again. I told him again that I wasn't going to. He shut up about it. After 1st recess he told me again to go to the office. I told him I wan't going to. He came over to make me go to the office. I got up and started running around the class to stay away from him. The other kids started getting a pretty good kick out of it. I was probably running around for a good 30 seconds. Finally I just gave up and he grabbed me by one arm and around the waist and he carried me to the principal's office.

That was the last day I spent in that classroom. There were two months left in the school year and I spent them at my regular desk in the school office. This desk had been at the school before I started going there. It was in the waiting room of the school office and it was sort of like sitting in the corner with a dunce cap on. Sometimes a kid would get in trouble and he/she would have to sit there for a few hours. Maybe if they got in bad trouble they'd go there for the rest of the day. Overall I spent five out of the nine months of that school year sitting at that desk. While at the desk I didn't receive instruction, I didn't have assignments or homework. I read all of my reading book so I asked him for the next one. He opened my old reading book and quickly asked me a few random questions that he picked out by thumbing through the book. I didn't get them all right so he shoved the book back at me and told me I wasn't finished with that one. So I went back to the office and sat there. The desk was up against a window that looked out onto the playground. I didn't get recess as part of my punishment. I did have a few games I'd play though. One was to smash the ants that would crawl onto my desk in as many different and creative ways as I could think of. The other was to listen to the secretary talking on the phone and try to figure out what the other person was saying and to anticipate her response. Other then that it was mostly just sitting there with no one to talk to and nothing to do. My parents had no idea that I wasn't in class. Mr. Fredrickson didn't even mention it at the parent teacher conference. I never mentioned it because I didn't want to get in trouble.

I got along pretty well after fourth grade with a few incidences here and there. In sixth grade I transferred from Franklin to Lone Peak Elementary up in Sandy. Brad Miller, one of LHM's kids, was in my class. I had a pretty hard time adjusting.
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Explains why you hate government schools.
 
PearlWatson said:
Explains why you hate government schools.
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Not really. I've also had some amazingly wonderful teachers who changed my life in a positive way.

Was that really worth bumping this thread for?
 
VINYLONE said:
It's always about you, isn't it Hopper? Your sense of self is so out of whack with the reality of the situation, you continue to make yourself look like a fool. A bumbling fool with illusions of effect. As far as villians go, you're inconsequential. A microscopic dot of scat on the collective Jazzfanz sole.

Do you affect my time here on this board. Absolutely not. To do so, you'd have to matter.
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Irony?
 
Gameface said:
Yeah, I had a few bad experiences in my early school days. In pre-school at the Little Red School House (in the Glendale area) I said **** and the teacher literally washed my mouth out with the bar of soap from the bathroom all the kids used.

In kindergarten, Frankin Elementary (1115 W 300 S), I said **** and got locked in a closet for about an hour.

In first grade I spelled "people" p-e-e-p-o-l-e and my teacher started making fun of me saying "pee-pole, hahaha, peeee-pole, hahaha"

In fourth grade I had Mr. Fredrickson. One time he called me a liar so I trough my spelling book at him and called him a **** head. Once we got in an argument because I told him that glass is actually a liquid and he told me to shut up about it, I was wrong and I was just trying to cause problems. https://www.phys.ncku.edu.tw/mirrors/physicsfaq/General/Glass/glass.html He didn't let me go on a filed trip to the Hansen Planetarium because I had been banished to the office for the last two weeks and didn't even know about it, thus no permission slip . I called him an *** hole and went back to my desk in the office. The principal was walking out of his office and noticed me coming back in, asked me what happened. I said, "I told him he was an *** hole...because he's just like you!." Then I went and sat at my desk. He told me he was going to call my father. I told him to go ahead. He didn't call. Another time I hit a girl before school started and he tried to send me to the office again. I told him I wasn't going to the office because I didn't do anything during school so it was none of their business. He told me again. I told him again that I wasn't going to. He shut up about it. After 1st recess he told me again to go to the office. I told him I wan't going to. He came over to make me go to the office. I got up and started running around the class to stay away from him. The other kids started getting a pretty good kick out of it. I was probably running around for a good 30 seconds. Finally I just gave up and he grabbed me by one arm and around the waist and he carried me to the principal's office.

That was the last day I spent in that classroom. There were two months left in the school year and I spent them at my regular desk in the school office. This desk had been at the school before I started going there. It was in the waiting room of the school office and it was sort of like sitting in the corner with a dunce cap on. Sometimes a kid would get in trouble and he/she would have to sit there for a few hours. Maybe if they got in bad trouble they'd go there for the rest of the day. Overall I spent five out of the nine months of that school year sitting at that desk. While at the desk I didn't receive instruction, I didn't have assignments or homework. I read all of my reading book so I asked him for the next one. He opened my old reading book and quickly asked me a few random questions that he picked out by thumbing through the book. I didn't get them all right so he shoved the book back at me and told me I wasn't finished with that one. So I went back to the office and sat there. The desk was up against a window that looked out onto the playground. I didn't get recess as part of my punishment. I did have a few games I'd play though. One was to smash the ants that would crawl onto my desk in as many different and creative ways as I could think of. The other was to listen to the secretary talking on the phone and try to figure out what the other person was saying and to anticipate her response. Other then that it was mostly just sitting there with no one to talk to and nothing to do. My parents had no idea that I wasn't in class. Mr. Fredrickson didn't even mention it at the parent teacher conference. I never mentioned it because I didn't want to get in trouble.

I got along pretty well after fourth grade with a few incidences here and there. In sixth grade I transferred from Franklin to Lone Peak Elementary up in Sandy. Brad Miller, one of LHM's kids, was in my class. I had a pretty hard time adjusting.
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Filed trip, haha, filed trip, haha.
 
Wes Mantooth said:
Irony?
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That's funny, I thought the same thing when I read that. Too bad Dick isn't worth talking about, unless of course we're making fun of his height, ethnicity, pre-pubecent scrote, living in his mom's basement, his cats, and/or his ungodly ugliness. In that case, it's great fun.
 
I don't have the time to follow this entire thread, but let's see if I have the broad outlines down. This thread was started by Hopper who, if memory serves, used to post here pretending to be a semi-literate black man who spoke in eubonics (a modern day form of minstrel show), both under the screen name of Hopper and under his previous screen name of A'int Nothing? Now he's writing to complain about his poor treatment on this board?

I'm inclined to think that whatever treatment he got was probably less than he deserved. Getting rid of this dipstick was one of the single best things to happen to this board in years, just as his participation in it was one of the single worst things to happen to this board in years. His racist shtick poisoned the entire tenor of the board. I wish to personally thank the mods, or whoever was responsible, for running him off the board for sparing us of his tedious, offensive act. Good riddance and please stay the hell away.
 
jimmy eat jazz said:
I don't have the time to follow this entire thread, but let's see if I have the broad outlines down. This thread was started by Hopper who, if memory serves, used to post here pretending to be a semi-literate black man who spoke in eubonics (a modern day form of minstrel show), both under the screen name of Hopper and under his previous screen name of A'int Nothing? Now he's writing to complain about his poor treatment on this board?

I'm inclined to think that whatever treatment he got was probably less than he deserved. Getting rid of this dipstick was one of the single best things to happen to this board in years, just as his participation in it was one of the single worst things to happen to this board in years. His racist shtick poisoned the entire tenor of the board. I wish to personally thank the mods, or whoever was responsible, for running him off the board for sparing us of his tedious, offensive act. Good riddance and please stay the hell away.
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As the man who pushed the ban button (and took a screenshot to commemorate the event) I accept your thanks.
 
PearlWatson said:
Sounds like an awesome poster judging by those who hated him. lolz
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Well I'm pretty sure Trout is convinced you are Hopper. I'll leave it up to you to decide if that's a good thing or not.
 
TroutBum said:
That's funny, I thought the same thing when I read that. Too bad Dick isn't worth talking about, unless of course we're making fun of his height, ethnicity, pre-pubecent scrote, living in his mom's basement, his cats, and/or his ungodly ugliness. In that case, it's great fun.
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I do miss vinyl.
 
FWIW: I don't find Shelley nearly as obnoxious as our resident former member of the Illinois penitentiary system. Hopper had an ability to draw me into Alice and Wonderland style arguments where I'd have to go back and forth with him for pages about how many posts in a row he had made or about how much we could ever know about the experience of being decapitated. And then you'd have to stare at his phonetics for ages trying to figure out what's going on. And oh how he would complain.

It's a truism that 2% of the users take up 90% of the moderating time. Aint, by himself, manage to take up almost half of it.
 
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