Hosted by Jenifer (Zarknorph)
Confused malcontents swilling Chardonnay while awaiting the Zombie Apocalypse.
8/10/21
Son, you created your own problems with this thread . . . it started off about the insurrection of 6 Jan 2021 . . . started by the forum host
https://forums.delphiforums.com/aususuk/messages/?msg=1728.1
You got into once again over your dislike of a certain poster . . . resulting in you once again going overboard . . . and were called down by the forum host -
https://forums.delphiforums.com/aususuk/messages/?msg=1728.205
"Slacker, please no hijacking. There are threads devoted to immigration here."
Subsequent to you being called down by the forum host . . . you made the decision to troll me with your false claim -
https://forums.delphiforums.com/aususuk/messages/?msg=1728.220
Resulting in my pointing out your claim was false and why . . .
Anyway, this makes about the 4th or more threads where you've tried to get me involved, after you and BM have gotten into it once again . . . I'm not interested, lad . . . primarily because of your antics and you wanting to hijack threads to your Latino issues and whatever you think you can try and turn to immigration . . . now let it drop, lad . . . your not gonna get anywhere with me with your games and antics, son . . .
8/10/21
8645 (RedBV) said...
Latino issues
These aren't "issues".
These are our families.
8/10/21
Yawn . . . why are you still trolling me, son . . .
8/10/21
8645 (RedBV) said...Yawn . . .
Note how he treats the victims of this Civil War.
Claiming that he's doing it in your name.
I take full responsibility for my decision to post the names of the dead in this Civil War, knowing full well that I may be breaking forum rules by doing so.
He pisses on their graves in your name, while claiming that he's acting as the forum owner.
He can't even take responsibility for his own actions.
He'd rather blame you.
8/10/21
8645 (RedBV) said...
Yawn . . . why are you still trolling me, son . . .
This man claims to be my father.
That's a lie.
My father fought the Nazis.
How dare this man compare himself to my father while he pisses on the graves of those who have died in this Civil War on America by the Confederate Nazis.
8/10/21
You know, I've been busted maybe more than 40 times in various non-violent direct actions over the years.
We chose to break the law, and often got busted for it.
We usually (but not always) had pretty good relations with the cops.
Some of them we got to know quite well, in fact, due to our repeated infractions at the same site over the years.
If we got busted, we got busted. Such is life.
But RedBV is not a cop.
He's more analogious to a paramilitary, a vigilante taking the law into his own hands, trying to usurp the authority of the cops, and claim that authority on his own behalf, claiming that his authority comes from the cops.
Unwilling to take responsibility for his own actions, as indicated by his own posts here in this thread.
8/10/21
Yawn, as you continue making false and erroneous accusations toward me, lad . . .
8645 (RedBV) said...
Yawn . . . why are you still trolling me, son . . .
This man claims to be my father.
Say there, lad . . . now where have I said that you are supposedly my son . . . fact is, I've not done so . . .
Dear lad are not familiar with the English language and its use, lad . . . ta help ya out, son -
"
In American English, it is acceptable and common that an older man calls a man his junior, "son"—even if the younger man is not the older man's child (or related to him in any way).
Definition of "son," according to Oxford Dictionaries Online:
1.6
(also my son)
Used by an elder person as a form of address for a boy or young man.
My father fought the Nazis.
My Dad was in the Pacific theater and fought that Japanese . . . so what's your supposed point concerning whose Dad did what, eh lad . . .
How dare this man compare himself to my father while he pisses on the graves of those who have died in this Civil War on America by the Confederate Nazis.
LOL . . . and there ya go again making false and erroneous accusations toward me, son . . .