I am bad about reading comments. I don’t like to admit this because it is hard to excuse, especially in a blog that claims to care about ideas. My chief reasons are, I don’t get paid for this (and have to make my income elsewhere) and it is psychically-taxing enough to do a blog without also reading the comments and finally, I’m sensitive and if I started reading them I’d think about them nonstop. And yet I know: comments are the life of a blog, I’d learn a lot from comments. I do promise that if I ever get paid to do this, I will get on the case. (For that matter I think this site looks like hell; I’d get on that too…)
This is prompted by a note from Joachim to me at weissphilip@yahoo.com telling me that a commenter had smeared his wife. I removed it. I’m a free speech nut; this one was way over the line for me, I have no problem censoring obscenities or vicious namecalling… Readers who need to communicate to me know my email address…
For anyone who doesn't understand zionist 'ethics' these comments may provide some much needed clarification.
You ever see what she writes, him too. And now they have complaints. Classic in its bullshit. And now they cry, please.
Its enough guys.
You have better tools at your disposal than obscenity.
Richard,
That's where you're wrong. When you have no logical or reasonable tools of discourse at your disposal, you go for the ad-hominem juggler attack… or yell anti-semitism.
Paul such fancy Latin- 'ad-hominem'- where did you learn that?
The 'ol juggler vein, huh?
Good point, dumbo.
A brief biography of Paul Rappaport (aka "Malfara")
Age 3, Zionist father abandons Paul's mother
Age 6-14, Zionist schoolteachers refuse to teach Paul grammar, spelling, or subject-verb agreement
Age 15, Paul cut from high school beach volleyball team when Zionist coach makes space for Jewish player
Age 19, Girlfriend dumps Paul for more successful Zionist.
Age 23, Suicide attempt fails when Chinese made gun fails to go off (Paul had refused to use guns made by Zionists.
Took the words from my mouth, Paul.
The real fun is imagining the faces behind what are really pretty lame-arsed attempts at ad-hominem.
I thought that kind of stuff went out back in the second grade – poontang? dumbo?
Arff….
Took the words from my mouth, Paul.
The real fun is imagining the faces behind what are really pretty lame-arsed attempts at ad-hominem.
I thought that kind of stuff went out back in the second grade – poontang? dumbo?
Arff….