# Fuck off. I didn't kill my son **URL:** \ **Category:** The BBQ Pit\ **Created:** [March 17, 2007, 2:21pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335 "2007-03-17T14:21:10Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 15\ **Page:** 1
**Author:** ![TokyoBayer](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/tokyobayer/32/13989_2.png) [@TokyoBayer](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/TokyoBayer)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 2:21pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/1 "2007-03-17T14:21:10Z")
The story is too long and too complex. How to begin? He’s mentally ill but won’t be treated. He’s homeless by choice. He refuses to work. He owns three vehicles, including an Audi, and lives off money which he has manipulated my mother into giving him monthly. He eats at soup kitchens and showers at a university gym. In his youth, he molested a girl and a dozen years ago, stalked a woman for a while He had delusions that he knows how to design a new airplane which will make him millions and millions. Completely socially inept. Manipulative. He destroys his and others’ properties. He’s burned his own money to prove a point. He’s slowly killing my mother with stress and, in the words of my BIL, “sucking the life force out of her.” He latches onto people like a pit bull, and refuses to let go of conversations or let others talk. This is the email which started this. Please note that he can’t spell, so guess as well as you can. I’ll just call him my fucking younger brother (FYB). > [@fucking younger brother(FYB)](#): > > TP, > > Here is a quote for you: I don’t do things, I just have ideas, other people do them. Carol Shelby creator of the Ford powared, Shelby AC cobra. > > I can do his job. > > Here is an other one for you. > > Concetrate on what you are good at and the rest will take care of it’s self. > > What I am good at: talking, visualizing things in my head that no one has sean before, and I have a prity good cence of physics. Also I can quite often figure out how to do something that someone wants to do but can’t figure out for them selves. (I showed you how to deal with getting sick.) > > Last year about this time you and I were spending a lot of time butting heads with each other. We were unreconcilably far apart. I have found a metaphore that is close to what I exearence when I work. When your wife was gregnant the first time, She was looking at having a baby and not being maried. The conequences for her of doing this was that she could not falow her chosen carear path. She couldn’t get maried untill you got a devorce. So she was looking at having one of two things happen. eather she was going to get maried and keep her carear or she wasn’t and was going to lose it. As FYB notes, I was not divorced when TW and I started living together. However, I had been legally separated from my previous wife for more than four year. In Japan, it’s almost impossible for people to get divorces if both parties don’t agree. I know people who have been through the courts for years and years before finally getting a divorce. In my case, my attorney had advised waiting a while before filing, since the courts will sometimes grant divorces after a number of years of separation. It wasn’t an issue before I had met TW and we decided we wanted to get married. I immediately started the legal process in place, which was hastened with the news of our unplanned but not unwanted pregnancy. There were a few tense moments before my ex-wife finally agreed to a settlement. TW and I were living together, so she wasn’t going to be a “single mother” in anything but the narrowest legal terms. > [@](#): > > I’ve got bipolare. A fact of living with this is that something is going to happen that will interupt my abilaty to work. If I am working and my abitaty to work is interupted one of two things is going to happen, eather I am going to lose my job or I am not. The concequences of losing my job are a function of what I am doing with the monie I am earning. If I am suporting myself with the monie then losing it resolts in me losing my sorce of suport. The amount of stress that this puts on me is of the same order of magnitude as what TW had before you got your divorce and maried her. (I have a friend that has bipolare is taking medication and just lost his job because he got into truble with his bipolare.) I can’t live under that much stress. FYB has bipolar, for which he refuses treatment, including medication and counseling. > [@](#): > > Mom is stressing right now. She has gotten herself into finanshale difacolty. She over spent on her last car. Her old one was still good when she sold it. It had had two alternator falures in a short amount of time. This skared her. She made an emotional desission to sell her old one. She probably could have wieghted a year or two and looked for a really good deal. Instead she way over paid for her car. > > Mom is also stressing beauce I am stressing. I have had a bad 6 months or so. Ion’s berth and beath was hard on me. I don’t want to belittle your loss or to say pore me but it was hard on me. Gosh, that must have been tough on you. The pain a parent feels must pale in comparison. Saying that Mom is stressing is an understatement. Her heath is getting worse, and she says she’s getting a relapse of chronic fatigue syndrome, which she says comes from dealing with FYB. Several of our aunts have voiced their concerns about her stress level and her health, and have noticed it comes from him. > [@](#): > > I broke a rib. Broken ribs suck. Dealing with broken ribs was a lot of work that I juts didn’t need. Three flat tires with only 2 spares. That was stressful. I needed to get my car rejustaered. That cost $400 this year, 4 new tires and some other repares. It sucked to do it when the weather was 15 deg. F outside. I also started to have a psycotic epasode. I felt in Jan of this year the way that I felt in Jan of '02. That year I needed medication to get my head working againe. This year I didn’t. I was able to deal with it myelf. I have lost my good parking spot. > > When I lost my good parking spot I also looked at the posabilaty of losing my car. I sleep in my car as a way to mantain my mental health. The diferance in my emotional stabilaty is the same as what is usealy achived by taking medication. A lot of people that have bipolare end up killing themselves. The reason for this is simple. They get tired of there lives falling apart over and over again. I don’t want to live with out my car to sleep in. When I sleep in it I am stable. When I don’t I’m not. With out my car I will be unstable and I will want to die. Mom has seen the emossions asolseated with me looking at thies things and this has been very stressful for her. > > Mom is giving me monie each month. This is what she is getting for her monie. Me living longer than she dose and me being emossionaly stable. You have said that it isn’t fare for mom to be my sole sorce of suport. This is absulutly corect. It isn’t fare to mom. It also isn’t fare that I can’t suport myself eather. What can you do about this? I can stop needing suport by killing myself, putting myself in prison, or alowing myself to die. What can you do? Not that we are going to try to manipulate people or anything, now are we? > [@](#): > > I can do carol shelby’s Job. I can Have ideas that other people do. Can this be made to suport me? > > Fucking Younger Brother The “butting heads” remark above concerned his attempts to have me give him money, in addition to the money Mom gives him. I offered to pay him to do yard work or volunteer work but he refused. This email came on same day we lost the pregnancy. I was really, really worn out, and really concerned about my Mom. It seemed like she was on the edge of a breakdown and I was going to try to get her to fly out and stay with my sister for a couple of weeks, just to run away from FYB, and to recover somewhat. My response > [@TP](#): > > FYB, > One of the reasons that Mom is stressed is because of dealing with you. Can you please stay away from her for a couple of weeks and let her get better? > TP He came back with this gem: > [@FYB](#): > > TP > Here is a recap of the history between you and I over the last little bit and how it has afected Mom. > > I asked to barow some monie from you. The top figure I asked for was $1,000. One of the things I would have done with that monie was to bey (his friend)'s spare diesle and have it put in my car. When My diesle finaly gave up the gost (Friend) had sold his diesle. I needed to have mine rebuilt. How this afected Mom was she loaned me the monie to get my engine rebuilt $1,800. I don’t have the resores curenty ot pay on this debt. When I get my credit card paied off in about 20 months I will. > > You chose to get a woman that you weren’t maried too pregnent. You did this whiele you were maried to someone else. That baby didn’t live. If you had waited untill you had gotten a divorce to get her pregnent. I would have been in a position to fix Mom’s plumbing when it broke this past Jan. That would’ve saved her $1,500 out of the $2k she spent. She could’ve then felt good about helping me get my car gegistared. > > If you had made thies to dessions of your’s diferantly Mom wouldn’t be as stressed out now as she is. And I would be in a better position to help her out. > > Fucking Younger Brother I told him the conversation just ended. His response: > [@FYB](#): > > In a lot of states in the US adoltry is a crime. That the Chiled you fathered died is a resolt of that crime. This meets the requirment for criminal guilt. Did you creat an enviroment that has conducive to an unborn child developing healthly and well? Nope. I’ve blocked further emails from him. Even though he doesn’t read this, I’ll write an open letter to him. You fucking miserable piece of shit. How dare you tell me that I’m responsible for Ian’s death. First, your “reasoning” sucks and second, even if it were true, which it is not, how the fuck do you think it would do anyone any good to tell them they killed their child? But more than that, it’s time to leave Mom alone. If anyone is killing anyone else, it’s you that is killing Mom. Yup, we know that you are bipolar. Yup, we know that you have very, very serious problems. But, my younger brother, you choose to not treat your illness and you intentionally shit all over our mother, because she feels too guilty and too weak to [del]tell you to fuck off[/del]set limits with you. So, god knows I’ve tried to help. I won’t just give you money, because that’s the same as pouring a beer for an alcoholic. Mom may be an enabler but I won’t. Lighting a bonfire with the cash would be as meaningful, a lot more fun and would be cheaper, since I wouldn’t have to pay international transfer fees. Mom may give you a monthly allowance so you can keep your three vehicles, including your Audi, but I won’t, especially since you refuse to do even the tinniest bit to help yourself. As you’ve made it perfectly clear, you won’t work, and you want someone to support you. That someone is not me. I’ve offered to pay you to work, $10 an hour to help relatives around their houses. I’ve also offered to pay for counseling and an attorney to file for bankruptcy or to apply for disability. But nope, you only want cash and I won’t do that. OK, having a terrible sickness isn’t fun. Since your first psychotic episode in your teens, it’s not been easy. Life isn’t fair, and countless others who have similar or worse disabilities would agree with you. However, that doesn’t give you the right to shit all over everyone else or provide you with an endless supply of \*Get Out of Jail For Free \*cards. Mom carves in to you, and this is why I pit you. You’re killing her. Older Sister (OS) and I have tried again and again and again to get Mom to set limits with you. OS flew into town to kick you out of the house when Mom left on her mission – when the city was fining her $25 a day before your junk cars where in the driveway and you refused to do anything about it. Mom won’t even discuss cutting your funding let alone try it. She feels a prisoner in her own home because you show up and talk at her for hours. She says the stress of listening to you is causing physical pain.. How many of Mom’s phones have you smashed over the years? Twenty? Thirty? How much other damage have you caused? I’m sorry that you are sick. I really wish that you weren’t. But if you won’t get treatment, then all I can do is limit how much pain you can cause me. Thus, I will not allow you to contact me. While I call you a stupid piece of shit, it’s really not you, it’s your sickness that I hate. I care more about you than you can image. I’ve tried so hard to help, but there’s a limit to what’s possible, and I’m out of energy. I’ll work on helping Mom. When you run out of money or run into other problem, you threaten to kill yourself. As Older Sister told you when you tried that line on her, “if you kill yourself, I’ll see you in the next life.” ---
**Author:** ![Eureka](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/e/74df32/32.png) [@Eureka](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Eureka)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 2:33pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/2 "2007-03-17T14:33:19Z")
But it shows up in the mouseover preview. I’m sorry that in addition to insensitive people, you must put up with insensitive message board hampsters. ---
**Author:** ![Squink](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/b5e925/32.png) [@Squink](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Squink)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 2:37pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/3 "2007-03-17T14:37:15Z")
Here it is: [QUOTE=TokyoPlayer] The story is too long and too complex. How to begin? He’s mentally ill but won’t be treated. He’s homeless by choice. He refuses to work. He owns three vehicles, including an Audi, and lives off money which he has manipulated my mother into giving him monthly. He eats at soup kitchens and showers at a university gym. In his youth, he molested a girl and a dozen years ago, stalked a woman for a while He had delusions that he knows how to design a new airplane which will make him millions and millions. Completely socially inept. Manipulative. He destroys his and others’ properties. He’s burned his own money to prove a point. He’s slowly killing my mother with stress and, in the words of my BIL, “sucking the life force out of her.” He latches onto people like a pit bull, and refuses to let go of conversations or let others talk. This is the email which started this. Please note that he can’t spell, so guess as well as you can. I’ll just call him my fucking younger brother (FYB). As FYB notes, I was not divorced when TW and I started living together. However, I had been legally separated from my previous wife for more than four year. In Japan, it’s almost impossible for people to get divorces if both parties don’t agree. I know people who have been through the courts for years and years before finally getting a divorce. In my case, my attorney had advised waiting a while before filing, since the courts will sometimes grant divorces after a number of years of separation. It wasn’t an issue before I had met TW and we decided we wanted to get married. I immediately started the legal process in place, which was hastened with the news of our unplanned but not unwanted pregnancy. There were a few tense moments before my ex-wife finally agreed to a settlement. TW and I were living together, so she wasn’t going to be a “single mother” in anything but the narrowest legal terms. [quote] I’ve got bipolare. A fact of living with this is that something is going to happen that will interupt my abilaty to work. If I am working and my abitaty to work is interupted one of two things is going to happen, eather I am going to lose my job or I am not. The concequences of losing my job are a function of what I am doing with the monie I am earning. If I am suporting myself with the monie then losing it resolts in me losing my sorce of suport. The amount of stress that this puts on me is of the same order of magnitude as what TW had before you got your divorce and maried her. (I have a friend that has bipolare is taking medication and just lost his job because he got into truble with his bipolare.) I can’t live under that much stress. [quote] FYB has bipolar, for which he refuses treatment, including medication and counseling. Gosh, that must have been tough on you. The pain a parent feels must pale in comparison. Saying that Mom is stressing is an understatement. Her heath is getting worse, and she says she’s getting a relapse of chronic fatigue syndrome, which she says comes from dealing with FYB. Several of our aunts have voiced their concerns about her stress level and her health, and have noticed it comes from him. Not that we are going to try to manipulate people or anything, now are we? The “butting heads” remark above concerned his attempts to have me give him money, in addition to the money Mom gives him. I offered to pay him to do yard work or volunteer work but he refused. This email came on same day we lost the pregnancy. I was really, really worn out, and really concerned about my Mom. It seemed like she was on the edge of a breakdown and I was going to try to get her to fly out and stay with my sister for a couple of weeks, just to run away from FYB, and to recover somewhat. My response > [@TP](#): > > FYB, > One of the reasons that Mom is stressed is because of dealing with you. Can you please stay away from her for a couple of weeks and let her get better? > TP > > He came back with this gem: > > I told him the conversation just ended. His response: > > I’ve blocked further emails from him. Even though he doesn’t read this, I’ll write an open letter to him. > > You fucking miserable piece of shit. How dare you tell me that I’m responsible for Ian’s death. First, your “reasoning” sucks and second, even if it were true, which it is not, how the fuck do you think it would do anyone any good to tell them they killed their child? > > But more than that, it’s time to leave Mom alone. If anyone is killing anyone else, it’s you that is killing Mom. > > Yup, we know that you are bipolar. Yup, we know that you have very, very serious problems. But, my younger brother, you choose to not treat your illness and you intentionally shit all over our mother, because she feels too guilty and too weak to [del]tell you to fuck off[/del]set limits with you. > > So, god knows I’ve tried to help. I won’t just give you money, because that’s the same as pouring a beer for an alcoholic. Mom may be an enabler but I won’t. Lighting a bonfire with the cash would be as meaningful, a lot more fun and would be cheaper, since I wouldn’t have to pay international transfer fees. > > Mom may give you a monthly allowance so you can keep your three vehicles, including your Audi, but I won’t, especially since you refuse to do even the tinniest bit to help yourself. As you’ve made it perfectly clear, you won’t work, and you want someone to support you. That someone is not me. I’ve offered to pay you to work, $10 an hour to help relatives around their houses. I’ve also offered to pay for counseling and an attorney to file for bankruptcy or to apply for disability. But nope, you only want cash and I won’t do that. > > OK, having a terrible sickness isn’t fun. Since your first psychotic episode in your teens, it’s not been easy. Life isn’t fair, and countless others who have similar or worse disabilities would agree with you. However, that doesn’t give you the right to shit all over everyone else or provide you with an endless supply of \*Get Out of Jail For Free \*cards. Mom carves in to you, and this is why I pit you. You’re killing her. > > Older Sister (OS) and I have tried again and again and again to get Mom to set limits with you. OS flew into town to kick you out of the house when Mom left on her mission – when the city was fining her $25 a day before your junk cars where in the driveway and you refused to do anything about it. > > Mom won’t even discuss cutting your funding let alone try it. She feels a prisoner in her own home because you show up and talk at her for hours. She says the stress of listening to you is causing physical pain.. > > How many of Mom’s phones have you smashed over the years? Twenty? Thirty? How much other damage have you caused? > > I’m sorry that you are sick. I really wish that you weren’t. But if you won’t get treatment, then all I can do is limit how much pain you can cause me. Thus, I will not allow you to contact me. > > While I call you a stupid piece of shit, it’s really not you, it’s your sickness that I hate. I care more about you than you can image. I’ve tried so hard to help, but there’s a limit to what’s possible, and I’m out of energy. I’ll work on helping Mom. > > When you run out of money or run into other problem, you threaten to kill yourself. As Older Sister told you when you tried that line on her, “if you kill yourself, I’ll see you in the next life.” ---
**Author:** ![Squink](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/b5e925/32.png) [@Squink](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Squink)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 2:42pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/4 "2007-03-17T14:42:58Z")
Here it is: (quote tags were messed up) [QUOTE=TokyoPlayer] The story is too long and too complex. How to begin? He’s mentally ill but won’t be treated. He’s homeless by choice. He refuses to work. He owns three vehicles, including an Audi, and lives off money which he has manipulated my mother into giving him monthly. He eats at soup kitchens and showers at a university gym. In his youth, he molested a girl and a dozen years ago, stalked a woman for a while He had delusions that he knows how to design a new airplane which will make him millions and millions. Completely socially inept. Manipulative. He destroys his and others’ properties. He’s burned his own money to prove a point. He’s slowly killing my mother with stress and, in the words of my BIL, “sucking the life force out of her.” He latches onto people like a pit bull, and refuses to let go of conversations or let others talk. This is the email which started this. Please note that he can’t spell, so guess as well as you can. I’ll just call him my fucking younger brother (FYB). As FYB notes, I was not divorced when TW and I started living together. However, I had been legally separated from my previous wife for more than four year. In Japan, it’s almost impossible for people to get divorces if both parties don’t agree. I know people who have been through the courts for years and years before finally getting a divorce. In my case, my attorney had advised waiting a while before filing, since the courts will sometimes grant divorces after a number of years of separation. It wasn’t an issue before I had met TW and we decided we wanted to get married. I immediately started the legal process in place, which was hastened with the news of our unplanned but not unwanted pregnancy. There were a few tense moments before my ex-wife finally agreed to a settlement. TW and I were living together, so she wasn’t going to be a “single mother” in anything but the narrowest legal terms. I’ve got bipolare. A fact of living with this is that something is going to happen that will interupt my abilaty to work. If I am working and my abitaty to work is interupted one of two things is going to happen, eather I am going to lose my job or I am not. The concequences of losing my job are a function of what I am doing with the monie I am earning. If I am suporting myself with the monie then losing it resolts in me losing my sorce of suport. The amount of stress that this puts on me is of the same order of magnitude as what TW had before you got your divorce and maried her. (I have a friend that has bipolare is taking medication and just lost his job because he got into truble with his bipolare.) I can’t live under that much stress. FYB has bipolar, for which he refuses treatment, including medication and counseling. Gosh, that must have been tough on you. The pain a parent feels must pale in comparison. Saying that Mom is stressing is an understatement. Her heath is getting worse, and she says she’s getting a relapse of chronic fatigue syndrome, which she says comes from dealing with FYB. Several of our aunts have voiced their concerns about her stress level and her health, and have noticed it comes from him. Not that we are going to try to manipulate people or anything, now are we? The “butting heads” remark above concerned his attempts to have me give him money, in addition to the money Mom gives him. I offered to pay him to do yard work or volunteer work but he refused. This email came on same day we lost the pregnancy. I was really, really worn out, and really concerned about my Mom. It seemed like she was on the edge of a breakdown and I was going to try to get her to fly out and stay with my sister for a couple of weeks, just to run away from FYB, and to recover somewhat. My response > [@TP](#): > > FYB, > One of the reasons that Mom is stressed is because of dealing with you. Can you please stay away from her for a couple of weeks and let her get better? > TP He came back with this gem: I told him the conversation just ended. His response: I’ve blocked further emails from him. Even though he doesn’t read this, I’ll write an open letter to him. You fucking miserable piece of shit. How dare you tell me that I’m responsible for Ian’s death. First, your “reasoning” sucks and second, even if it were true, which it is not, how the fuck do you think it would do anyone any good to tell them they killed their child? But more than that, it’s time to leave Mom alone. If anyone is killing anyone else, it’s you that is killing Mom. Yup, we know that you are bipolar. Yup, we know that you have very, very serious problems. But, my younger brother, you choose to not treat your illness and you intentionally shit all over our mother, because she feels too guilty and too weak to [del]tell you to fuck off[/del]set limits with you. So, god knows I’ve tried to help. I won’t just give you money, because that’s the same as pouring a beer for an alcoholic. Mom may be an enabler but I won’t. Lighting a bonfire with the cash would be as meaningful, a lot more fun and would be cheaper, since I wouldn’t have to pay international transfer fees. Mom may give you a monthly allowance so you can keep your three vehicles, including your Audi, but I won’t, especially since you refuse to do even the tinniest bit to help yourself. As you’ve made it perfectly clear, you won’t work, and you want someone to support you. That someone is not me. I’ve offered to pay you to work, $10 an hour to help relatives around their houses. I’ve also offered to pay for counseling and an attorney to file for bankruptcy or to apply for disability. But nope, you only want cash and I won’t do that. OK, having a terrible sickness isn’t fun. Since your first psychotic episode in your teens, it’s not been easy. Life isn’t fair, and countless others who have similar or worse disabilities would agree with you. However, that doesn’t give you the right to shit all over everyone else or provide you with an endless supply of \*Get Out of Jail For Free \*cards. Mom carves in to you, and this is why I pit you. You’re killing her. Older Sister (OS) and I have tried again and again and again to get Mom to set limits with you. OS flew into town to kick you out of the house when Mom left on her mission – when the city was fining her $25 a day before your junk cars where in the driveway and you refused to do anything about it. Mom won’t even discuss cutting your funding let alone try it. She feels a prisoner in her own home because you show up and talk at her for hours. She says the stress of listening to you is causing physical pain.. How many of Mom’s phones have you smashed over the years? Twenty? Thirty? How much other damage have you caused? I’m sorry that you are sick. I really wish that you weren’t. But if you won’t get treatment, then all I can do is limit how much pain you can cause me. Thus, I will not allow you to contact me. While I call you a stupid piece of shit, it’s really not you, it’s your sickness that I hate. I care more about you than you can image. I’ve tried so hard to help, but there’s a limit to what’s possible, and I’m out of energy. I’ll work on helping Mom. When you run out of money or run into other problem, you threaten to kill yourself. As Older Sister told you when you tried that line on her, “if you kill yourself, I’ll see you in the next life.” [/QUOTE] ---
**Author:** ![Ferret\_Herder](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/f/e47774/32.png) [@Ferret\_Herder](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Ferret_Herder)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 2:46pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/5 "2007-03-17T14:46:02Z")
It looks like a couple more quotes were lost, namely the quotes after these sentences: > [@](#): > > He came back with this gem: > > I told him the conversation just ended. His response: ---
**Author:** ![IvoryTowerDenizen](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/ivorytowerdenizen/32/17937_2.png) [@IvoryTowerDenizen](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/IvoryTowerDenizen)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 2:47pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/6 "2007-03-17T14:47:13Z")
**Squink** - In the post you quoted from \*\*TokyoPLayer \*\* it appears the embedded quoted emails did not show. Thanks for trying, though. ---
**Author:** ![Liberal](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/848f3c/32.png) [@Liberal](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Liberal)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 2:51pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/7 "2007-03-17T14:51:25Z")
How did you do that? Where were the data? ---
**Author:** ![Jaade](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/j/dfb087/32.png) [@Jaade](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Jaade)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 2:53pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/8 "2007-03-17T14:53:24Z")
[QUOTE=Liberal] How did you do that? Where were the data? [/QUOTE] If you reply with quote the information is there, less the parts that were already pointed out. ---
**Author:** ![Liberal](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/848f3c/32.png) [@Liberal](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Liberal)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 2:57pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/9 "2007-03-17T14:57:08Z")
[QUOTE=Jaade] If you reply with quote the information is there, less the parts that were already pointed out. [/QUOTE] :smack: There are salted monkeys in this place. ---
**Author:** ![Brynda](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/b/e79b87/32.png) [@Brynda](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Brynda)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 3:03pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/10 "2007-03-17T15:03:59Z")
Well, there is enough there to say this: What your younger brother said is not true, and he just said it to hurt you. Your mom has taught him that he can say anything and she will still enable him. That sucks, but you can teach him limits with you. It won’t be easy, but it is possible. Try not to let him get under your skin, TP. ---
**Author:** ![Frank](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/f/3d9bf3/32.png) [@Frank](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Frank)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 3:08pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/11 "2007-03-17T15:08:47Z")
I _think_ I’ve fixed it correctly. There is a bug in posts over a certain (unknown) length, where a missing close quote tag makes the post invisible. ---
**Author:** ![TokyoBayer](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/tokyobayer/32/13989_2.png) [@TokyoBayer](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/TokyoBayer)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 3:10pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/12 "2007-03-17T15:10:06Z")
12 (requires two characters to post.) ---
**Author:** ![Frank](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/f/3d9bf3/32.png) [@Frank](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Frank)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 3:13pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/13 "2007-03-17T15:13:12Z")
**TokyoPlayer** , since this is mostly discussion of the invisible OP, would you like me to close it and you start a new thread? ---
**Author:** ![TokyoBayer](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/tokyobayer/32/13989_2.png) [@TokyoBayer](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/TokyoBayer)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 3:19pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/14 "2007-03-17T15:19:28Z")
Yes please. ---
**Author:** ![Frank](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/f/3d9bf3/32.png) [@Frank](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Frank)\ **Post date:** [March 17, 2007, 3:20pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-off-i-didnt-kill-my-son/396335/15 "2007-03-17T15:20:36Z")
[QUOTE=TokyoPlayer] Yes please. [/QUOTE] OK.