Was that mild little contretemps really worth holding a week-long thread-crossing grudge that comes screaming out of the wild blue yonder?
It was enough to drive one of the best contributors this forum's had out of here for good, something I've only recently become aware of. You'll forgive me, Danielle, if I choose not to take your little homilies to heart. Like Giovanni, you probably have little idea of just how condescending your tone can be.
I believe what I expressed was great surprise that somebody - and it happened to be Ian - thought that Richard Gage was in the business of asking honest questions.
Great, you got it. Now you could have pointed out why you thought Ian was naive. Instead you chose to be "aghast", as if no explanation were needed, and your presumed status here gave you the right to be so. Very fucking condescending. Next time you're feeling that full of yourself you might pick on someone a little more, you know, expendable.
Craig - sure, on a good day even chronic attention sluts need to feel justified that they're in the service of a higher calling. And sometimes, they probably are. That occasion, though, wasn't one of them.
I think Ian made it plain enough. After that particular episode of condescending douchebaggery courtesy of Giovanni and Craig, I don't blame him. While it's just more of the sort of ego-driven bullying that Craig Ranapia is given a permanent free pass for, once I'd have expected more of Mr. Tiso. Now I know better.
Go ahead Gio, make the funnies. All you need is a hide like a fucking elephant.
We've stumped Google phrase search again!
As Ian Dalziel is no longer posting here, is that what passes for cutting-edge wit at PAS now?
Yes, but why would we want to do that, when we can get some dipstick like yourself, to do it for us, for peanuts?
When I said that, you do all realize who I'm satirizing, I hope.
If you commies would just spend half as much time thinking about flow restrictors and pole fuses as you do about taking the piss.
Now, have I ever told you about my old mate Helen...
Speedway "announcers", known as Ratchet Jaws, usually affected a self-effacing monotone, even when moved to exuberance. Is it true that your old mate made her public speaking debut at the Waikato Stock Car & Saloon Club's Huntly speedway?
your opinion is god to me
Last week you were frantically humping Barry Brailsford's leg.
Simon being holed up in SE Asia for 5 years hasn't helped. You're out of touch with NZ.It seems you only know NZ through PAS.
You obviously haven't taken the trouble to read Mr. Grigg's accounts of his regular visits to NZ in recent years. Unlike you, he takes the trouble to get out, though probably not to your particular backwater of bigotry.
If you're that given to mouthing off before checking your facts it rather beggars belief that you'd be able to find your own toby. As for the 3-pin plug-tap washer snark, there used to be an old crank from Dairy Flat who regularly repeated that refrain in the Herald letters column. As he's been quiet for some years now, and the unrighteous are still flourishing despite their leaky taps and crap wiring, I tend to believe that, much like you, he was full of it.
. . . the perpetual teenagers think it's time to play up
Dubsie, Paistie, and now the dismal Mr. Clive, like so many zits crying to be squeezed. Who knows why they come here to die? Who'll help them find their way to hip-hop child-bashers heaven? Who cares?