Five minutes ago I heard what you did to my friend you nasty little liar with your hard stony pointy little bitch face, and let me tell you, you are lucky that I do not have a car, because if I did I would be on my way down south to personally track you down like the dog you are and kick your scrawny little control freak ass back to the backwoods from whence it spawned. How dare you? Oh, you think that it is funny to **call the police and falsely accuse your boyfriend of abuse **? You think that we all pay taxes so that you can really get revenge on your guy for refusing to take any more of your sadistic “jump when I say jump if you really love me” mind-fucks? You think that it is just peachy to distract these overworked city cops from crimes and trivialize the problems of women suffering from abuse and threatened with physical and emotional harm and give ammunition to the woman-haters who say that the reports of domestic violence in the home are vastly overstated just so you can throw your drunken hissy fit? You are reprehensible. Hey, here’s a clue- since you punched HIM, not once but THREE times that night, widely seperated, that makes YOU the abuser and the criminal and YOU should have been arrested. (Note: the police did not arrest him)
I know your man; I know him well and he would never lay a hand on a woman. You, on the other hand, I do not know well, because in classic abuser fashion you choose to avoid his friends and family and do your damndest to isolate him. I could have gotten to know you the night before my wedding, when your boyfriend’s old college friends got together at the hotel, but you chose to sulk *in the bathroom *, occasionally barking out some demand in your man’s direction through the locked door, until we all got so uncomfortable we had to leave. But I can tell you that you are not normal. You are psychotic and unable to comprehend real love, normal affection and the security of stable emotional bonds with other human beings. You will leach onto laid-back, passive people and work them for all that they are worth, but someday your thin veneer of charm will wear away completely and you will end up alone, bitter and not really understanding what has happened to you.
May I add that my mother-in-law, who likes everyone, said, “I don’t think much of _____'s girlfriend. Is she always that unfriendly?” It’s unanimous; nobody wants you fouling up the earth anymore; you bring joy to noone and misery to many; die die diediediediediedieDIE.
How dare I? How dare your looser pal pummel my face and call it nice. How dare anyone raise a hand to anyone… but it’s all cool if you are the aggressor, right? And you think that you are in the right and that physical violence is okay… yeah, it’s all good. If you can prove you have a good reason to bash someone’s face in. It’s all good, right?
WRONG!
I don’t give a fucking rat’s ass what your “reason” is… you don’t have the right to “hit” someone. Ever. You may think you’ve got the best “reason” in the world. You don’t. Don’t hit. It’s wrong. Don’t EVER use physical power to make your point. You want to pick on someone? Hey, pick someone your own size… I’m 5’9" and 200# maybe you want to mess with me next time?
No?! Gee! Well… let’s call it a draw and let it go… don’t pick on people smaller than you, or bigger than you… hey, let’s just say, don’t hit anyone who doesn’t weigh the same as you! Okay?
Fine! Just don’t go around bashing anyone… you never know when someone your own size is going to show up and kick your ass!
Please tell me this is just a joke. That people are really not hitting each other and posting about it on a Message Board for all the world to see. Please tell me that Byz was playing devil’s advocate in true Pit fashion.
*TIME ELAPSED SINCE I QUIT SMOKING:
Six months, three weeks, one day, 4 hours, 57 minutes and 26 seconds.
8208 cigarettes not smoked, saving $1,026.03.
Extra time with Drain Bead: 4 weeks, 12 hours, 0 minutes.
Well, I will now risk Byz’s wrath (pray for my soul…)
I think the OP wasn’t quite being literal; you know, how most people will say “I’d kick his/her/its ass” without actually meaning that, or even considering acting on it.
From this (albeit one-sided) description, the only actual case of abuse going on here is being perpetrated by the woman in question.
Granted, saying “I’ll kill you” isn’t necessarily the most mature manner of handling things, but I’m not sure that this is here for that purpose anyway. All the same, it’s a thing people say without ever meaning it…
Now then, I think I’ll duck for cover till the cinderblocks stop flying.
Me? Playing devil’s advocate? Hmm… could be. Let’s just make it clear that hitting, slugging and other physical shit is just that; shit.
Real men don’t hit. Real women don’t either. If you can’t solve a dispute by any other means than hitting you have a real massive issue, okay?
And I swear to the Goddess, if you are going to hit anyone, you are going to hit me first. And I’m big enough to take it. So you might want to reconsider. Especially if you are talking about hitting CanadianSue.
You hit her, you are hitting me, and I don’t play fair.
Fine, Byz, violence is always wrong, and I am wrong for wanting to “kick her ass”, except when someone complains about fat people, as in this thread, and then the proper response is:
From what Byz wrote, I thought this was a rant against Byz personally. :eek:
Given the tone and the events described in the OP, I think I’ve seen a lot more threatening things posted here in the Pit to get concerned over. I’ve seen all sorts of people post about “kicking someone’s ass”, I’m not sure why sugaree warrants this response, Byz, for this level of post in the Pit. It’s such a generic expression anyways, not like “I’m go to go down there and smash your face into a wall” or something. And I can’t count the number of Pit posts that have ended with or used the phrase “die”, such as Coldfire’s one about Mariah Carey…?
Just as I jumped to the wrong conclusion that this was about a RL event between sugaree and Byz, perhaps others have jumped to a similar conclusion about sugaree?
