i neither READ (nor care to read) their LIES/VULGARITY or ANSWER them, ever again.
what i WILL do is start "hitting the abuse button" (as you know, i've never "hit" it before, but i'm sick of them) every time i see on the "post history',that they have posted TO me.
free dixie,sw
Go for it, dude. If the moderators are going to start banning people for responding to posts, they may as well just shut down FR altogether.
Likewise swattie, I double-dog dare ya.
You remind me of the story of “old Shep”.
There once was a boy who had a big ol dog named Shep. Shep was a a nondescript mutt of indistinct parentage, breed and dispossession (of course he loved his Boy, so they made a good team).
One day the dog and his Boy were walking down the street when Shep spied a fine looking poodle and rushed over to make friendly with her. Now the poodle’s master didn’t take at all kindly to having her carefully coiffed pet taken by any old cur, so she started to swat at ol Shep in a futile effort to run off the beast.
Failing at that, she cried to the Boy, “Boy, can’t you do anything to stop this?!” The Boy, who had been watching with amusement thought about it for a moment, went over to Shep, lifted his tail, and inserted his index finger into Shep’s bum.
Shep immediately let out a yelp, disengaged himself, and ran off.
The lady regained her composure and asked the lad, “Boy, how did you know to do that?”
The Boy looked at her and replied, “Shucks ma’am, everybody knows that ol Shep likes to dish it out, but he just can’t take it”
The point of the whole exercise has been astoundingly easy: treat me with respect and you’ll get it in return. Dis me and you’ll get it in spades. I can’t help it if you can’t take it.
You’ve fallen into a careless and sloppy habit of slandering people and that’s probably because you’ve been allowed to get away with it. There’s nothing I can do (or have any inclination to try to do), but I can call you on it, and will.
You would have been well-served to follow through on Highball’s advice - don’t post to, or about me, and your troubles all go away. Playing that cloying game of “Tell rockrr that he’s a poo-poo-head” ain’t gonna cut it.
Sprout some nads, get a life, and grow up swattie...