Funny, I didn’t know you could use straw to build snowmen.
Well, I didn’t want to post in both threads so I picked this one.
Which straw/snowman are you talking about?
Banning/calling for him to be fired is a very extreme and stupid thing to even consider. There have been cases where an online post has gotten someone into trouble in RL (the best one was about a Ford service guy who boasted about driving a Mustang Cobra 140 mph on the highway and got fired when the owner leaned about it online). But in this case it’s simply a bunch of people disagreeing with Fush and calling names.
I know it’s the pit but it’s rather grade 4-ish.
I don’t know fush but like he said, it’s his opinion. You guys can call him names all you want (that’s your right) but I think it’s very wrong to try to harm his job over something he could never change (I mean, do you guys fear he’s going to start a push to change the 8th admendment?).
Sheesh.
You know, reading that thread I just couldn’t understand how someone could come to see the world that way, and I remembered this guy I knew who saw a lot of combat in Viet Nam and came away with pretty serious PTSD. Combat does terrible, terrible things to people. I wonder if fushj00mang’s been in the shit a little too long?
The thing that really confuses me is that he could come to the conclusions he did (about the kid being scum and worthless and a perpetual drain on society) without knowing anything about him but the fact that he was in jail and it had something to do with a physical confrontation and a soda can.
So a fight went a little too far, and someone could’ve been seriously hurt. I’d find it nearly impossible to believe that fushj00mang has never been in a fight at school or in a bar or something. How do we know the kid wasn’t fearing for his life at the time? What if he was fighting back against some neighborhood bullies or other aggressors?
That wouldn’t mean he was completely without fault in the soda can incident, but to say “The hell with him! He got what he deserved!” without even considering context is the act of someone who is either seriously messed up or trolling.
I got an e-mail from fushj00mang today. Apparently, I’m on that list.
I have no idea how to feel about that.
Apparently you’re meant to feel “absolutely mortified”, according your own post. 
Having been inside a maximum-security prison once — as a volunteer visitor, not as an inmate — I’m not bothered at all. Prison is a baaaaaaaaaaad place. You could have flannel sheets on the beds and Pelligrino on tap in the cells, and it would still be hell on earth.
And fush is a garden-variety fuckwipe with some serious emotional issues, but advocating or pursuing mischief in his real life is way, way over the top. Chew him the new asshole he deserves here, but leave it here.
I used to do pest control work in Seattle’s King County Jail. I pretty much had the run of the place (with corrections officer escort), and no amount of cable T.V., air conditioning, or other luxuries will change the fact that jail is a shithole. The entire building reeks of piss and dirty feet, slightly masked by disinfectant. The inmates are fucking crazy, and it’s very crowded.
I was never assaulted while working there (I made sure I stayed very close to and explicitly obeyed my escort), but one guy I worked with was whacked over the head with one of those plastic food trays.
The words “luxury” and “incarceration” don’t really go together. “Comfort” doesn’t even come close. “Fear,” “boredom,” “frustration,” “overcrowding,” “stink,” “rage,” and “sadness” pretty much sum it up.
There was some humor though. I had inmates ask me for a smoke occaisionally. I would say something like, “Sorry, I don’t think Officer No-Name would let me give you one.” This reply was inevitably followed up by, “Got any weed?” To which I would reply, “Well no, but after I finish up here, I’m going to check the courthouse evidence room.” Usually this would be met with a laugh and, “Yeah, make sure the cops didn’t pinch any of my stash, OK?” I had to check the drug room in the evidence warehouse (looking for stoned mice).
Mostly it was really fucking grim. Even those weak jokes brought out uproarious laughter.
Huh. No one ever sends me e-mails. Not even the nutty ones.
I just wanted to add that the quote above was completely tongue-in-cheek*. Since I wrote it, I’ve had two completely wonderful Dopers e-mail me. 
It’s great to know that if I were ever to be in need, the posters from this board would be willing to lend either a hand or an e-mail of support. This is a great place! (And such sentimentality in the Pit, too… :p)
[sub]* The last time I initiated casual, off-board contact with another Doper, she ended up marrying me. I’m not sure if that happens every time…[/sub]
SkipMagic, not only does every casual person-to-person communique between Dopers not result in marriage, but I’m here to tell you that it’s even possible to get married without the intervention of the SDMB 
And I should know. . .I married my wonderful guy before the darned Boards even existed! But ain’t technology great?
Now you’re just talking crazy talk! (The latter part; I’m glad the former rings true. If it didn’t, I was going to have to come up with some fun, “Hey, it’s not my fault!” way to let auntie em know why we’d be needing to set extra places at the breakfast table.)
Hehehe, you said outed … and Fushj00mang… the irony, oh the irony
Well, we did discuss toaster options.
If only we had Gavin Newsom and San Francisco back then…
Now aren’t y’all sorry you wasted your lynch mob banning on december?