Please to be not telling me who I should or shouldn’t respond to. Is there something wrong with your mouse’s scroll wheel, that you can’t go past a post without reading it?
We can still call you a coward, a fascist, and an idiot, though, can’t we?
When one person tells you you’re drunk, ignore him. When two people tell you you’re drunk, stop drinking. When three people tell you you’re drunk, it’s time to lie down.
Those are matters of opinion and you are welcome to them. Calling me a troll is a statement of fact and it is not a true one.
Start here. In brief, “sex” is “the biological makeup of an individual’s reproductive anatomy or secondary sex characteristics” and “gender” is the “social roles based on the sex of the person (culturally learned) or personal identification of one’s own gender based on an internal awareness”.
Was suicide the wrong choice when slaves did it to avoid any further misery and abuse at the hands of their masters? Or when girls do it now to avoid being sold into slavery or married off to ISIS warlords?
I know it’s hard for you to comprehend, but some things are worse than death.
Oh, and Smapti - when I’m agreeing with Hentor and iiandyiiii there’s one of two possibilities - either you are hilariously wrong, or it is the prophesied end times, when the conservative will lie down with the liberal, police officers will dance in the streets with minorities, and deep-fried squid will rain from the skies*.
*I didn’t pay that much attention at Sunday School.
Yes.
I can’t think of any possible state of affairs which I’d rather die than endure.
Fried calamari, you say? Sign me up.
All people are not you. Other people can think of such circumstances, and other people have experienced such circumstances. Your experiences and imagination are not the experiences and imagination of every human.
In this case, calling you a troll is giving you the benefit of the doubt. The other option, that you actually believe the revolting things you post, is stomach-churning.
I’m unsurprised to learn that you don’t have any friends in real life. I’m pretty sure you don’t have any friends on this message board, either. You know why? Because you are a horrible, horrible person.
I have friends. And I have a girlfriend. This is where I do most of my socializing because my schedule doesn’t permit me to have an active social life.
Is your girlfriend Canadian?
Which, of course, is irrelevant.
The feeling ain’t mutual.
Then stop acting like it.
I love you and want to follow you into combat.
I don’t think Smapti is a troll. I think he’s got good credibility as merely crazy, stubborn, and dense.
Well, nobody has told ***me ***otherwise.
I had a teacher in third grade who refused to use nicknames. I was Richard, even though nobody in my family calls me that. My cousin Nicki had her the year before me, and the teacher called her Naomi because that’s the name on her official records.
Seriously? You’d rather spend a miserable existence being enslaved, beaten, raped, tortured?
How could you possibly prefer that?
Yeah, see…neither can I.
Thing is, though…
That doesn’t make other people wrong, when they encounter one that they would.
It doesn’t even mean that I, or you, won’t actually prefer to die than to endure some sort of misery we haven’t thought of, or overestimated our ability to endure.
Pretending that either of those cases is true is absurd, and rather obscene.