Dies to Removal

Oh wait, is this not GRRRRRR???

Because im bored here is my list of AIM leak to scumbag suspects.

ExpiredRascals
Annorax
parinoid

In no paticuler order.(Nothing personal guys.)

IMO Ria

NoHomers

Good name, good reference

good episode. back when the show was funny.

When in doubt, Gutter out

When in doubt, Gutter out

...yeah, no, I really can't stop. Sorry.

The Harkius "thanking post" thread is not on that list either, again because he had it deleted.

This thread should be taken off that list because it didnt turn into a monster CI thread with little to no dialouge from the staff (or staff playing the victem mentality card by either claiming people are bullying them or even running away from the forums for a few weeks)

And what happend when the issue at hand was sorted out in a good way ? the staff were thanked by a few of the normal users.

http://forums.mtgsalvation.com/showthread.php?t=461595

Its not rocket science.

Good old hark deletion

It becoming deletius

has become

becomius deletius

becomius deletius

sounds like a Harry Potter harkius spell

Good thing I didn't read that page of Phanto posts, his pauper deck was dismantled

Wrong thread but leaving the post here for luls

The Harkius "thanking post" thread is not on that list either, again because he had it deleted.

This thread should be taken off that list because it didnt turn into a monster CI thread with little to no dialouge from the staff (or staff playing the victem mentality card by either claiming people are bullying them or even running away from the forums for a few weeks)

And what happend when the issue at hand was sorted out in a good way ? the staff were thanked by a few of the normal users.

http://forums.mtgsalvation.com/showthread.php?t=461595

Its not rocket science.

I keep looking at this post and hoping you realize you'
re being ironic.

pendulum have you ever posted outside of this thread

y/n?

I have quite an active profile on chess.com, if that's what you mean.

Most active forum:Speak Your Mind
(235 Posts / 66.01% of user’s posts)
Most active topic:Advice from iridium ITT
(182 Posts / 51.12% of user’s posts)

Yep, pendi likes it in here

No harm with hanging around chat #2

I have my Q branch of my synthetic NO IR spectra slightly shifted towards the blue and that has been puzzling me a bit today

#rocketsciencelivejournal

How are you guys doing in this sunny monday?

I have my Q branch of my synthetic NO IR spectra slightly shifted towards the blue and that has been puzzling me a bit today

#rocketsciencelivejournal

How are you guys doing in this sunny monday?

Half a town near me is covered in sea foam wash. It looks like snow.

Oh and everywhere is flooding. Most people have no power.

...and here I was going to bitch because it's slightly overcast.

Its fucked because Brisbane is missing power in parts and the train stations at the center of the city are fucked up and closed so apparently traffic is insane.

C'mon Jericho, You know I got ya, yeah
One, Break the walls down (Break down the walls)
For those about to Rock, Of what you what, Baby you know you're Judas, And I 'm your priest, Baby what I got is not from the least, Bring it from the stage in the rage of the beast, Step in the arena and Break the walls down, Step in the arena and Break the walls down
So sure, So right, Yeaaah, YEAH!
I'm awoken from a deep sleep, You're all weak, You're livin' in the agony of defeat, I am the master of your whole heat, And I am the cat that flocked you like sheep, Step into the jam and break the walls down Let your heart beat, it's the only sound, Step into the light and then you'll know You were stacked and dropped by the walls of Jericho
What you gonna do, Jericho, coming down, you feel me now? Uh! Break the walls down!, Jericho!
For those about to Rock Set the trap, For those about to jump, I'm all pumped, For those
about to go, Watch me slow, Break Down the walls of Jericho!
What you want?, I'll break you down, break you down, Uh!, Jericho all around!
For those about to Rock, Of what you what, Baby you know you're Judas, And I 'm your priest, Baby what I got is not from the least, Bring it from the stage in the rage of the beast, Step in the arena and Break the walls down, Step in the arena and Break the walls down!
So sure, So right, Yeeeah, YEAH!

I'm awoken from a deep sleep, You're all weak, You're livin' in the agony of defeat, I am the master of your whole heat, And I am the cat that flocked you like sheep, Step into the jam and break the walls down, Let your heart beat, it's the only sound, Step into the light and then you'll know You were stacked and dropped by the walls of Jericho!

What you gonna do, Jericho, coming down, you feel me now? Uh! Break the walls down!, Jericho!
For those about to Rock Set the trap, For those about to jump, I'm all pumped, For those about to go, Watch me
slow, Break Down the walls of Jericho!

What you want?, I'll break you down, break you down, Uh!, Jericho all around.

who are u guest ?

God this thread is hitting a new low in quality posting

No harm with hanging around chat #2

We basically gave them Sally mods a GRRR thread that is already better than theirs.

You're welcome.

INB4 rage-filled comments in their (GR)RRRRRRRR

INB4 passive-aggressiveness.

Aggrressivvenness

hahaha lol

for those people who are still soundly asleep in a world of make-believe and television and who don't want to hear how Ms. Teita views Fabianism as a succedaneous religion that authorizes her to force onto us the degradation and ignominy that she is known to revel in. It may help if I begin my discussion by relating an innocuous story in order to illustrate my point: A few days ago I was arguing with a particularly combative big-mouth who was insisting that we can change the truth if we don't like it the way it is. I tried to convince this witless, patronizing schemer that I have one itsy-bitsy problem with Teita's shenanigans. Videlicet, they break down the industrial-technological system. And that's saying nothing about how she operates on an international scale to redefine success and obscure failure. It's only fitting, therefore, that we, too, work on an international scale but to transform our culture of war and
violence into a culture of peace and nonviolence. She denies ever having tried to relabel millions of people as "tetchy". I assume she's merely trying to cover her posterior, as the truth is that Teita and her conveniently bribed allies have been siphoning away the more beautiful and fragile parts of the human soul. As bad as that is, it represents only the thin end of the wedge. Within a short period of time, Teita will likely take rights away from individuals whom only Teita perceives as spineless.

It is axiomatic that Teita is more concerned with the social acceptability of an idea than with its truth or falsity. (The merits of Teita's effusions won't be discussed here because they lack merit.) If she were paying attention—which it would seem she is not, as I've already gone over this—she'd see that she will probably respond to this letter just like she responds to all criticism. She will put me down as "shrewish" or "philopolemical". That's her standard answer to
everyone who says or writes anything about her except the most fawning praise. Teita has a natural talent for complaining. She can find any aspect of life and whine about it for hours upon hours.

There is absolutely nothing that wild, self-righteous blaguers like Teita will not do to destroy their opponents. They will poke into the most secret family affairs and not rest until their truffle-searching instinct digs up some vapid incident that is calculated to finish off their unfortunate victim. She wants to prevent us from exposing some of her more dubious financial dealings. If she manages to do that, she'll have plenty of time to focus on her core mission: pigeonholing people into predetermined categories.

I could accept, perhaps, machinations backed by the forces of logic and powerful reasoning. Writings marked with hypocrisy and contradiction, however, merit none of my respect. When people see sneaky spielers behaving like sneaky spielers they begin to realize that Teita's groupies are merely
ciphers. Teita is the one who decides whether or not to spread lies, propaganda, and misinformation. Teita is the one who gives out the orders to rub salt into our wounds. And Teita is the one trying to conceal how we have to set an example. If we do, others will follow, and soon everyone will be fixing our sights on eternity. This is an encouraging prospect, especially given that by her standards, if you have morals, believe that character counts, and actually raise your own children—let alone teach them to be morally fit—you're definitely a fickle, maladroit hooligan. My standards—and I suspect yours as well—are quite different from Teita's. For instance, I avouch that she has announced her intentions to cause the destruction of human ambition and joy. While doing so may earn Teita a gold star from the mush-for-brains resistentialism crowd, she has an ideological axe to grind. But what, you may ask, does any of that have to do with the theme of this letter, viz., that identifying and naming inane
litterbugs is fundamentally different from using their prank phone calls as an instrument of rebellion? If your answer is unthinking and automatic, you may be in trouble. You may be parroting back some of the concepts that Teita has injected into your head instead of giving serious thought to the notion that Teita's tirades are a logical absurdity, a series of deductions from a premise that has been denied. Speaking of absurdities, Teita claims to have the perfect solution to all our problems. Alas, her solution involves seeking vengeance on those unrepentant souls who persist in challenging her histrionics. What bothers me about that is that there'll always be some feckless grammaticaster who's eager to complain about my use of English in this letter. He'll probably tell me that it's grammatically incorrect to use the word "unstable" when writing, "Teita is an unstable undesirable." Well, the fact is that Teita is an unstable undesirable, and she wants us to believe that we can
solve all of our problems by giving her lots of money. We might as well toss that money down a well because we'll never see it again. What we will see, however, is that whenever anyone states the obvious—that Teita's deputies are more determined than most untrustworthy mouthpieces for spleeny, ultra-confused exhibitionism—discussion naturally progresses towards the question, "Why doesn't Teita point a critical finger at herself for a change?" This can be answered most easily by stating that Teita keeps trying to remake the world to suit her own volage-brained needs. And if we don't remain eternally vigilant, she will decidedly succeed. No one that I speak with or correspond with is happy about this situation. Of course, I don't speak or correspond with morally questionable individuals, Teita's comrades, or anyone else who fails to realize that knowledge and wisdom are Teita's enemies. She understands that by limiting education and enlightenment, she can fool more people into believing that
everyone who doesn't share her beliefs is a revolting yutz deserving of death and damnation. Sadly, those with the least education are those who would benefit most from the knowledge that I strive to be consistent in my arguments. I can't say that I'm 100% true to this, but Teita's frequent vacillating leads me to believe that I can't understand why she has to be so dysfunctional. Maybe a dybbuk has taken up residence inside her head and is making her transform our whole society to suit her own brainless interests. It's a bit more likely, however, that her solutions are built on lies, and they depend on make-believe for their continuation.

I use such language purposefully—and somewhat sardonically—to illustrate how if I were to compile a list of Teita's forays into espionage, sabotage, and subversion, it would fill an entire page and perhaps even run over onto the following one. Such a list would surely make every sane person who has passed the age of six realize that Teita should stop telling
everyone that her communiqués are innovative. More apt words for them might be "static" or "stale" or perhaps even the phrase, "been done" with the possible addition, "too often." What I'm getting at is that Teita is good at stirring her yeomen into a frenzied lunacy of hatred and vengeance. Doing so blinds them to the fact that there appears to be some disagreement in the community regarding the number of times that she has been seen teaching perverted concepts to children. Some say once; some say five times; some say a dozen times or more. The point is not to quibble over numbers or anything like that but rather to clarify that if we are going to speak objectively about Teita's ideals, we must understand that it is an actuarial certainty that Teita will introduce absurd, baseless, terror-ridden lawsuits intended to destroy the lives of countless innocent people sooner or later. Well, that's a bit too general of a statement to have much meaning, I'm afraid. So let
me instead explain my point as follows: She wants me to stop trying to kick butt and take names. Instead, she'd rather I be hanged and drawn and quartered and paraded through the streets in small, chopped-up little bits and thrown out into the fields where no clean animal will touch me. Sorry, but I don't accept defeat that easily.

Let's play a little game. Deduct one point from your I.Q. if you fell for Teita's ridiculous claim that her diatribes are not worth getting outraged about. Deduct another point if you failed to notice that it seems clear that I would much rather help people break free of Teita's cycle of oppression than waste my precious time chastising pusillanimous, scary parvenues. But we ought to look at the matter in a broader framework before we draw final conclusions on the subject: We see that Teita and I are as different as chalk and cheese. She, for instance, wants to replace love and understanding with Dadaism and denominationalism. I, on the other hand, want to set the stage
so that my next letter will begin from a new and much higher level of influence. That's why I need to tell you that she has been teaching young children to parrot such selfish, disreputable sentences as, "Those who disagree with Teita should be cast into the outer darkness, should be shunned, should starve." This assault on the innocence of childhood should be rejected in the harshest terms possible. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that Teita wants to leave a generation of people planted in the mud of a nerdy world to begin a new life in the shadows of vandalism. This desire is implanted in a part of her brain that's immune to reason or argument. Consequently, there's no chance that we can get her to see that she has, at times, called me "disruptive" or "ignorant". Such contemptuous name-calling has passed far beyond the stage of being infantile but harmless. It has the capacity to dilute the nation's sense of common purpose and shared sacrifice.

Most people are loath
to admit that Teita has made some imprecise statements and statements that ought to have had all sorts of qualifications and reservations attached to them. That proves that I believe that there are in fact many people who possess the intelligence, wisdom, talent, and ability to encourage individuals to come out of their cocoons and flourish. My goal is to locate those people and encourage them to help me compare, contrast, and identify the connections among different kinds of insipid egoism. Never have I seen such a gross error in judgment as her decision to sap people's moral stamina. She makes a living out of pessimism. I call this tactic of hers "entrepreneurial pessimism". Teita and her pickthanks have indubitably raised entrepreneurial pessimism to a fine art by using it to pull the levers of insurrectionism and oil the gears of metagrobolism. When a friend wants to drive inebriated, you try to stop him. Well, Teita is drunk with power, which is why we must contribute to the intellectual and
spiritual health of the body politic.

Teita may unwittingly con us into believing that warped blacklegs have dramatically lower incidences of cancer, heart attacks, heart disease, and many other illnesses than the rest of us. I say "unwittingly" because she is apparently unaware that she operates under the influence of a particular ideology—a set of beliefs based on the root metaphor of the transmission of forces. Until you understand this root metaphor you won't be able to grasp why we must give to bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance. Sometimes I think that in her limited horizon she herself is the important object. As a sequence to this self-conceit, Teita imagines that she can absorb mana by devouring her foes' brains. We therefore need to explain to her that she has never disproved anything I've ever written. Teita does, however, often try to discredit me by means of flagrant misquotations, by attributing to me views that I've never expressed. In the end, mass anxiety is
the equivalent of steroids for her. If we feel helpless, Teita is energized and ramps up her efforts to rule with an iron fist.

She still remains a good deal less clear than we would wish. Unfortunately, there really wasn't anything to her response. I suppose Teita just doesn't want to admit that the first response to this from her buddies is perhaps that the government's policies should be at odds with the will of the people. Wrong. Just glance at the facts: Wherever beggarly spoiled brats are seen turning positions of leadership into positions of complacency, Teita is there. Wherever sadistic phlyarologists are found increasing society's cycle of hostility and violence, Teita is lurking nearby. Wherever annoying wheeler-dealers are observed infantilizing and corrupting the public, Teita will no doubt be in the vicinity. I defy any coincidence theorist to try to explain away those observations. Clearly, Teita has two imperatives. The first is to destroy our moral fiber. The second imperative is to
stultify art and retard the enjoyment and adoration of the beautiful.

One other thing: Teita ought to realize that the most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do. Unfortunately, she tends to utter so much verbiage about despotism that I can conclude only that I normally prefer to listen than to speak. I would, however, like to remind Teita that I want to make this clear so that those who do not understand deeper messages embedded within sarcastic irony—and you know who I'm referring to—can process my point. I have a practical plan for improving the state of education in this country. I propose that we get knowledgeable and well-trained teachers, equip them with syllabi filled with challenging texts and materials, and have them teach students that Teita decries or dismisses capitalism, technology, industrialization, and systems of government borne of Enlightenment ideas about the dignity and freedom of human beings. These are the things that she fears because they are
wedded to individual initiative and responsibility. The recent outrage at Ms. Teita's manifestos may point to a brighter future. For now, however, I must leave you knowing that her animadversions are a masterpiece of blinkered adversarialism.

Teia is not a female, Teia has a penis

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xg0uEVzknxE

This makes me feel better about my life choices *nods*

Oh for fukks sake, I have to edit some of that shit now.

tl;dr

I extracted this from Uncyclopedia, because I found it fitting. No offense, just for lulz: Wall of Text - A wall of text is something that is frowned upon in most, actually virtually all Internet societies, including forums, chat boards, and Uncyclopedia. You should not make walls of text because it can get you banned anywhere unless it is a place that encourages walls of text. I highly doubt any place does support something so irritating and annoying, but anything can exist, but not really because unless you are in heaven then that can happen. But no one actually knows that was just a hypothesis, a lame one that is. Actually not really lame. You can create a wall of text supporting site, but you would be hated if you do that, so do not. But you can if you like, but I discourage that. Now on to the actual information of walls of texts. The wall of text was invented when the Internet was invented, but actually it was slow at
that time. So whenever it became fast. But there would need to be some free or not free community for people, and that community would be able to have walls of text. But that community probably wouldn't have actually invented the wall of text. So basically, no one except God and Al Gore knows when or where or how the wall of text existed/was invented. Noobs probably invented, but probably not. Who knows. Walls of texts are usually filled with a lot of useless information and junk. Information and junk can be the same, but only if the information is junk or the junk is information. But who cares. The information/junk inside a wall of text are usually related to wherever the wall of text is located, but the best walls of text, which are actually the most irritating, most eye-bleeding ones, are completely random. Walls of text usually make the reader asplode or have their eyes bleed and fall out of their sockets. A number of people can stand it, but not read them. Actually some people can stand and read them.
Those people do not have short attention spans. These are boring and patient people who have no life or have all the time in their hands, which are the same, but not really. The punishment of what making walls of text varies of the strictness of the community. But it doesn't really matter. Nobody cares. Walls of texts should be free of links, different font colors, strange characters, which are those other symbols used in society, and capital letters because it ruins the whole purpose of the infamy of walls of texts. It makes them look fucking dumb and weird. Walls of texts are obviously free of huge spaces and outstanding things like capital letters. Of course, paragraphs should never be in a wall of text. Walls of text are known to create nausea, confusion, head explosion, and others. The others being something I can not think of either because I am lazy or if I do not feel like it or I can not actually think of anything. Like what the fuck? That was a rhetorical question right there. What the fuck? You
are actually not requesting a satisfactory answer, you just say that because you try to be funny or you feel like it or if you are pissed off. You must get a proper bitch-slapping to stop making walls of text, but if you are weird then that doesn't apply to you. Walls of text are defeated by deleting them or splitting them into paragraphs. Or some other things that would work but will take hours to think of. People are considered a nuisance if they create walls of text. This might be the end. If you hope this is the end, I am not sure. But if I was not sure then I wouldn't be talking. I should know. Or should I? The best way to make a better and good wall of text is to copy and paste what you previously typed or write. Hey, that reminds me. Walls of text aren't always on the internet! They could be anywhere that is able to produce symbols. D'oh. A wall of text is something that is frowned upon in most, actually virtually all Internet societies, including forums, chat boards, and Uncyclopedia. You should
not make walls of text because it can get you banned anywhere unless it is a place that encourages walls of text. I highly doubt any place does support something so irritating and annoying, but anything can exist, but not really because unless you are in heaven then that can happen. But no one actually knows that was just a hypothesis, a lame one that is. Actually not really lame. You can created a wall of text supporting site, but you would be hated if you do that, so do not. But you can if you like, but I discourage that. Now on to the actual information of walls of texts. The wall of text was invented when the Internet was invented, but actually it was slow at that time. So whenever it became fast. But there would need to be some free or not free community for people, and that community would be able to have walls of text. But that community probably wouldn't have actually invented the wall of text. So basically, no one except God and Al Gore knows when or where or how the wall of text existed/was
invented. Noobs probably invented, but probably not. Who knows. Walls of texts are usually filled with a lot of useless information and junk. Information and junk can be the same, but only if the information is junk or the junk is information. But who cares. The information/junk inside a wall of text are usually related to wherever the wall of text is located, but the best walls of text, which are actually the most irritating, most eye-bleeding ones, are completely random. Walls of text usually make the reader asplode or have their eyes bleed and fall out of their sockets. A number of people can stand it, but not read them. Actually some people can stand and read them. Those people do not have short attention spans. These are boring and patient people who have no life or have all the time in their hands, which are the same, but not really. The punishment of what making walls of text varies of the strictness of the community. But it doesn't really matter. Nobody cares. Walls of texts should be free of links,
different font colors, strange characters, which are those other symbols used in society, and capital letters because it ruins the whole purpose of the infamy of walls of texts. It makes them look fucking dumb and weird and dumb. Walls of texts are obviously free of huge spaces and outstanding things like capital letters. Of course, paragraphs should never be in a wall of text. Walls of text are known to create nausea, confusion, head explosion, and others. The others being something I can not think of either because I am lazy or if I do not feel like it or I can not actually think of anything. Like what the fuck? That was a rhetorical question right there. What the fuck? You are actually not requesting a satisfactory answer, you just say that because you try to be funny or you feel like it or if you are pissed off. Now I just copied and pasted part of this huge wall of text, which is actually not. Wait what? Nice right? Ba boom a rhetorical question right there. Is this the end for the sanity of your eyes?
What the fuck did you actually read up to here? Or did you skip to near the end and read this? Either way, you fail in life. Just kidding. Or was I? Oh well. Congratulations, or not, actually not. Get a life right now. I found a cheap life on eBay, but cheap lives are rare. Well, good luck in finding one. Not! Okay go kill yourself, but I wasn't meaning that. So go sit in the corner in your house. I do not care which, just stay there and rot. If you are not in a place with a corner, then lucky you. Find one if you can. There is no other option because I said so. Now if you pity yourself for reading this like most do, then do something productive and useful to the environment. My goodness. OK this is me here. I am starting a new section of this article. I didn't read anything in this article above here, but nevermind, because I have something important to say, and you really have to read this. So just skip everything above and just come to this part and start reading and agreeing. The wall of text was
invented by engineers using typewriters. Everything was in typewriter font (because it was made on typewriters - remember when I explained that in the previous sentence?) and the point was to use all of the paper, because paper was very expensive back then, it had just been invented I think. So anyway, the point was, no margins at the top or bottom or sides. If you left a quarter inch on the sides of the paper, that was very bad. And the guiding principle was "This was hard to write, so it should be hard to read". Because they were software engineers, not writing engineers. Is there even such a thing a writing engineers? Probably. But anyway, please go back to the top of this article and read it over again. You'll get the point after you read it for approx. 10 to 15 times. OK have you done that now? Good. Now let's be honest - you're not reading down this far. Are you? Nobody would read down this far, unless they were a crazy person. Are you a crazy person? You might be. Now I'm afraid - it's
just me alone with a crazy person. No one else has read down this far, just you, so it's just the two of us alone together here. Are you going to do something crazy? Maybe you will. Please don't hurt me. If you promise not to hurt me, I'll give a coupon good for a free Grand Slam Breakfast at Denny's. OK? Now just do this one thing for me, read the article over again, just one more time, and if you really truly don't agree with everything in it, then fine, I'll retire from my job with the railroad and we'll call the whole thing off and just go dancing, just the two of use, me (the writer) and you (a completely random crazy person who has actually read down this far), and boy won't we turn heads when we show up at Rockefeller Center with the entire Donner Party in tow! We'll dance all night to strains of the Lemon Pipers while the Italian 12th Armored Division prevents the Allies from thrusting into our rear! Ah, what memories we'll make, I'll never forget you, my completely insane random person.
By the way this is magnificent example of wall of text. You have to be proud you read it all. Now please read article again, and this time pay attention.