Let’s Bring it to the expected Conclusion….
Another sci-fi misunderstood banning. Count your blessing hypo, they at least e-mailed a warning to you…..
What makes me very nauseated is his appeal to RDM amd Mrs. Ron like they are royalty to pyt pressure on the admins NOT to ban him because of a post that supported them.
Let’s do the inevitable then, Mrs. Ron created a members only sci-fi board; only those deemed acceptable will be allowed to post there; only those that she believes are true fans get the specialness of the Moore presence and support, the rest of you BE DAMNED.
“SPIT”
That’s what I think of your sci-fi and you precious little show and how HYPOCRITICAL you are of touching on what it really means to be human when free expression is not allowed on your flagship board.
“SPIT”
That is what i think of your tiny minds and your ass-kissing fandom.
And IF you were here MOORE I’d spit in your face; they’d drag me away but i would have that one moment of satisfaction of watching you wipe imy spittle off your cheeks and my words of consternation ringing in your ears.
You think your Country-Club, fairy tale life is at all a true representaion of what being human is!
Spare me.
When the angst you feel is over a TV program 12 girls that look like each other?
You’re already dead, inside, you just haven’t physically caught up with that.
You had a spark, you let your wife blow it out, or you did it to yourself.
Why be cranky, everything is as perfect as your wife claims it to be, is it not?
Unless you too have lost the passion you so widely proclaim you want to have from fans, or generated from the show you also proclaim where your heart lies.
Which is it, is your heart and passion with this show, or is it not?
Does you wife want all of your love, or did you explain to her she cannot have it all without killing a part of yourself in the process; because a writer invests part of their heart in every creation.
This is their love, playing with words, rearranging characters and themes, and plots….. the heartache of revision ;the fast ratatattat of a heart singing when the words come rushing over the dam of a block.
This is my tormented passion; when i have time to compose.
I am disgusted; if this becomes the BSG Country Club for good little fans.
I wonder which side Ellison would take? Or is he also indoctrinated so much in the Moore legend as to have his lips pursed as well.
*spit*