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Thread: ANON and the "Internet Hate Machine"

I do not agree with the term Internet Hate Machine when we are talking about 4chan or however you want to personify Anon. As much as I disagree with all forms of prejudice Although, like everyone else I'm guilty of it I do agree with the idea of freedom of speech and I think 4chan is a fantastic medium for this. For every one example of Anon's brutality Such as the Jessie Slaughter example there are several others which shine a different light on the community. Of course you've got the most obvious ones which usually involve Anonymous taking action against those abusing animals but then you have projects such as Operation Avenge Assange which is a retaliation and an ongoing offensive against those who are involved in trying to extradite Julian Assange to the United States or those who are supporting action against him. I have found in most cases that these more honourable 'Operations' tend to out-number those that could be percieved as malicious.
Thread: ANON and the "Internet Hate Machine"

Well, that brings up the question, is morality a set of scales? If the Aztecs cured cancer, would it equalize the human sacrifice? If Idi Amin was responsible for the discovery of plentiful free energy for the world, would it cancel out his, you know, murdering and eating people? I'm trying hard to avoid Godwin's Law, here. Because they've got these honorable projects, does that balance of forgive the ones that authentically earn them the label Internet Hate Machine? I don't know the answer to that.
Thread: ANON and the "Internet Hate Machine"

I really don't care. If you get trolled by these people, you get trolled. Maybe if people didn't act like complete dumbfucks, they wouldn't be trolled. You want to abuse animals and film it for the internet? Well, sucks for you. You are going to get your ass handed to you. Those guys should have been dragged out back by their testicles and lit on fire. They got off lucky. I don't know much about Jessie Slaughter, I personally don't care about her, Boxxy, or whatever. I do know, however, that the college I am transferring to contains one of the worst and disgusting people I have ever read about and Encyclopedia Dramatica has posted enough to allow me to know about this in advance and ignore the dumb bastard as we may run in a similar circle eventually he's a flaming homo, I'm just a homo, he might show up at a gay meeting or something and I can just punch him in the face while screaming YIFF THAT YOU HEMORRHOID INFESTED FURRY FUCKER! instead of being polite and congenial to him and thus prepares me with what to expect. Now, to be fair, I've been rping smut since I was fourteen. That is over ten years now. I have yet to get on ED. I have yet to be trolled. Why is that? BECAUSE I DON'T FUCK UP LIKE THESE ATTENTION SEEKING DUMBASSES. I am pretty sure I could have some embarrassing stuff online somewhere that could be posted up. I could probably be reamed a new one if someone decided to take the time to do so. But I don't see it as likely, especially with a plethora of moronic people flailing for the weakest bit of lolcow attention. End result Go Anon. Do your thing. By the way, you owe me five bucks and an abortion.
Thread: ANON and the "Internet Hate Machine"

errrmmmmmm......I don't argue the face that Anon does do some things that are worthwhile butttttt..... It was 4chan making sexual advances to, and then real-life death threats toward, an elementary school girl. Let's back up for a moment. 4chan isn't entirely pedophiles, but it has a lot of pedophiles. Historians may never know whether it started with real pedophiles or simply hipsters making pedophile jokes in order to be shocking they invented the Pedobear meme, a child-molestation themed mascot, but I know that the No. 1 job of 4chan moderators is trying to stem the tide of child porn or CP, as it's referred to in 4chan jargon that floods the site. Surf b for an hour, and you'll wind up with naked children thumbnails on your hard drive. So the girl in the video, who goes by Jessi Slaughter, showed up on b one night and, as they tend to do, b tried to get the fifth-grade girl to strip. She refused to show enough skin and eventually took to her webcam to call b a bunch of losers 4chan keeps no archives, but you can find the screen grabs of all this if you Google it and hate yourself. Anonymous sprung into action. This is the type of cause Anonymous really gets into. Some of you may know them only for their attacks on Scientology or their defense of the WikiLeaks leakers. You probably don't know that for every one good deed, they perform several hundred like this. And by like this, I mean they hunted down the personal information of an 11-year-old girl, including her home address and phone number, and began calling her house at all hours and making death threats. Hundreds and hundreds of 4chan posters jumped onboard, unified in their drive to terrorize a small child. Wow, these guys are AWESOME!!!! She was eventually placed under police protection, and her father flipped out and made his hilarious rant into her webcam to try to get Anonymous to back off. A meme was born. They say one of the worst things you find out about the world as an adult is the way the oppressed, when given the chance, can be just as horrible as their oppressors. Nerds who get wedgies all day at school don't dream of equality -- they dream of being the one doing the beating and humiliating. For proof, all you have to do is look at how Anonymous behaves when given the chance to terrorize someone who they know can't strike back. They find themselves operating by the same rules as any bully They don't harm the people who most deserve it, but rather the ones who are least able to retaliate. But most of us who find ourselves on the geek side of the equation want to see ourselves as the oppressed and righteous minority, so we cheered on Anonymous and mocked the ignorant hillbillies. Meanwhile, Anonymous went back to their favorite hobby Defacing Facebook memorial pages of dead children. LOL! Awesome!
Thread: ANON and the "Internet Hate Machine"

Not to derail into parenting theories, but I think it's rough for parents to walk the line. You have to support and encourage a child to give them a degree of self-respect and belief, but you also have to make them understand that they're vulnerable, yes, like anyone else, and they have to be careful and protect themselves. You want them to believe they're special as individuals, but not invincibleabove the consequences of their own actions. Of course, Slaughter's parents fell down on all counts. And so did Kenny's folks. Seriously, screw them. And I maintain that the occasional good deed does not really excuse the rest of what those internet dudes do. A stopped clock is right twice a day, but that doesn't excuse the other 1438 minutes.
Thread: ANON and the "Internet Hate Machine"

It has been my experience that the victims of the Internet hate machine usually end up as such as a result of their own stupidity, while I can agree that Anon and 4chan take it to unreasonable levels I don't think people like Jessie deserve my sympathy, even at 11 I knew that kind of thing was a bad move to make. Personally I think the main cause of idiot kids starts with the parents. Parents today are terrified to raise their hand to their kids or deny them privileges. If I had acted like Jessie my father would have worn out his belt on my ass. And I'd have deserved it too. I'm also a little surprised that Jessie was regarded as a complete victim, yeah she's a kid and death threats are extreme. But she brought it on herself with her deplorable behavior. Young or no, she needs to be held accountable, so do her parents. Definitely her parents need to step up to the plate and keep her in line. It's never to soon to show kids that there are consequences for their behavior. Basically people who make themselves known on the internet had better be careful not to do anything stupid. I'm not going to touch Kenny. That just makes me sick and I think he deserves more than he got.
Thread: Her Last and Only Hope.

Now that she was alone in the exam room, waiting for the doctor, Anna began to really worry about her chances of convincing this doctor to help her. Her annoying, buzzing hormones and schoolgirl crush, however, were enough to keep her from running out the door. Finally, finally, there was a polite knock at the door before the click of the latch, and all of her waiting had come to an end. She smiled widely as the doctor, who was a lot younger than she was expecting, entered the room. He was sort of handsome, in asort of distinguished sort of way, and she could already feel the blood begin to rush in her veins as she took in his tall stature and impressive white coat, a traditional symbol of success and dignity. Hi! She chirped nervously, and again began to swing her legs. If it wasn't for the exam table being so tall, she was sure it would have felt like he was towering over her. Instead, they were nearly at eye level, and she couldn't help but notice that he looked sort of nervous. He seemed to be taking a wide turn as he walked around her to face her directly, his clipboard held rather stiffly, almost like a shield of sorts. She tilted her head, her soft, blonde curls drifting across her shoulders as she considered the strange atmosphere. He sort of reminded her of the way guys looked when they had been interested in her, though of course there was something different that came with age. He didn't seem comfortable meeting her eyes, and while he was not staring at her, there was something odd about the way his eyes skipped over her small frame. I'm Anna. She said lamely, very purposely avoiding his question about her age. She smiled up at him, watching as he flipped through her charts, looking to see if the nurse had taken any notes she hadn't given the nurse that kind of information however and had only booked a general appointment, she had been much too embarrassed to say it. Now that she was sitting here, facing him, she was not exactly sure how to word it. Shifting her gaze to her hands, which had returned to playing with the hem of her skirt, she shrugged her shoulders sort of awkwardly. I... I want you to fix something...
Thread: Her Last and Only Hope.

His assumption had been correct and had earned a small sound of embarrassment, the young girl's face flushing a brilliant pink. How had he guessed so easily? Did she look loose, or easy? Was it true that after having sex men could just tell ? She had heard that sex made one look more mature, and that the opposite sex was instinctively attracted to that aura, but she hadn't believed it. Despite her sudden bad behaviour, her parents had not seemed to notice and neither had her girl friends. As he was looking through her charts she chanced a glance up at him and felt a small thrill of arousal surge through her - perhaps it was his age and experience that made it so easy for him to tell? He's not my boyfriend... She mumbled softly, her fingers tightening around the hem of her skirt, more colour rising in her cheeks. I don't know what happened... I couldn't stop myself... It just kept happening God, this was so embarrassing, but didn't he need all the facts? If he was going to do the procedure... But he wasn't, he said so. Just as easily as he had been able to tell what she had wanted, he could see very plainly that she was barely past her eighteenth birthday. It felt as if her heart had dropped into the bottom of her stomach, and she felt her eyes begin to water. It wasn't fair! She had been waiting for this appointment for weeks now, she had sworn off sex and hadn't gotten off in nearly two days, and now she was here and her body was humming with need, and he was so handsome, and he alone held the key to happiness and salvation. Please! She wailed, and leaned forward off the table, her knees rubbing together. She clasped her hands together, literally begging him now. My parents don't even know! They can't! And I don't have any money, and...and... It was then that she noticed that he was shifting around almost as much as she was now, clearly uncomfortable. Within the past few months she had learned to recognize when a guy was aroused, it made for an easy hookup without any complicated questions, and he was definitely feeling something . Her eyes finally locked with his, and she stared hard at him, trying desperately to evaluate her chances of being right on this. God, this was so pathetic, so embarrassing, but she was desperate, and thanks to her hormones, in more than one way. It would be wrong of her, immodest and deceitful and selfish, to take advantage of what she was sure was at the very least, mild arousal... But what could she do? Gritting her teeth, she spread her legs a bit, jsut far enough that could fit her hands between them, gripping the table so that she could lean forward a bit, knowing that she would look very provocative. Please, doctor... I'm desperate!
Thread: A Pirate's Life for Thee

The winds changed as a ship sailed into the harbor. The lanterns reflecting off the enchained angel figurehead as a tall shadowed silhouette made it's way down a gang plank to the pier. From all glances the Captain of The Outlaw Seraphim seemed thin but the eyes that made it's way towards the portman were filled with strength and knowledge that hovered beneath the surface. Her boots made thuds as she made her way to the man. Three shillings, aye, to port here? came the rough edged feminine voice. Aye, Cap'n. Three shillings, he replied as she gave him the three coins from her sleeve. Welcome to Tortuga. A sly smirk drifted over her features, Hopefully not to stay long this time. As she passed him, her eyes glittered upon the pirate port known as Tortuga. Gunshots flared in some spots, whores were waiting for customers in the streets, drunken pirates made their way stumbling into various areas. Those especially were not fit to be crew members of her ship. Making her way towards The Three Horsemen, a popular pub where she took some refuge and often found decent recruits, a drunken male reached for her as she made her way inside. How'd ye like to scrape the barnacles off of me rudder? said the obviously intoxicated sailor as he reached to grab her. Without a moment's warning she placed her gun right inbetween his eyes. Ye'd be advised to take yer rudder and blow down the timber's of some other lass, she pulled the trigger. Unless ye would prefer t' see Davey Jones. The pirate's eyes widened and scrambled backwards away from her into a few whores that seemed to be pleased by the business. Uncocking her gun, she put it away under her coat as she made her way inside the bustling bar. Going to a woman who was serving the drinks she took a bottle of rum, paid for it well, and went to a quieter table out of the way to watch those around her before approaching anyone that she would deem fit enough to join her crew.
Thread: A Pirate's Life for Thee

Soon enough, even if she didn't like it, another bar wench came up, leaning on her table, showing off some cleavage, even if her clothing did it for her. Hey there, deary. she said, eyes glinting in the light. Been a long time since I've seen YOU come into port here. she said, taking a seat, even if she was told not to. Missed having your classy self around, Miss Captain. she said teasingly, long hair bouncing behind her a little, her shapely form rocking back and forth a little. All these other sailors are so crass...
Thread: A Pirate's Life for Thee

Not too far behind the Pirate Captain was one of her most prized pieces of company a thinly tall elven male slugged his way down the dock, at least twenty paces behind her broad figure. His eyes, unlike most male's his age, were scouting the area, rather than the view he was more than in the right position to see. Hands stuffed deeply into his pockets, he went out of his way to avoid walking too close to a drunken fisherman, his nose almost snobbishly lifting as he did so. Avarein nudged the swinging door to the Tavern open with the toe of his right boot, refusing to touch the dirty surface with his bare fingers. The smell of alcohol and tobacco was thick in the social area's oxygen, instantly clinging onto everything Avarein had on his person- including the inside of his mouth. With a scowl, he glanced around the Tavern for a moment before locating Karita. Ignoring a small plea from a bar wench, Avarein made his way towards the table she had secured herself at with a bottle of rum. He barely took notice to the other bar wench who was now seated at her table and chose to stand against the wall beside her table, rather than become a social butterfly. Keeping his hands stuffed into his pockets, he tilted his chin down a little, eyes narrowing lazily as he tried to find the strength to lift a hand and pull his white locks of hair over his pointed ears. Pirates didn't take well to mixed races boarding their ships, these days.
Thread: A Pirate's Life for Thee

Ye should know better, she said softly as she glanced at the woman, her eyes remaining level with her face versus her tits. It be Tortuga, no man is goin' t' be respectable t' ye 'ere. She reached across the table a moment and grabbed her chin. 'Ow 'bout doin' me a favor an' givin me rum. Proper mind, an' I might b' willin' t' pay ye well tonight - and no' t' suck some cock until they be through with ye. She slid back away from the woman. Not like Karita was going to hurt her, she was here on business only. It was hard to find some recruits in Tortuga though normally simply because of the affliction of the old wive's tales that some of the wiser sailor's knew of women aboard a boat. Let alone a Captain of a ship. Her gaze moved to the tall elf beside her. Her eyes were knowing even if she didn't always act on it. We 'ave t', Avarein. We b' loosin too much men as o' late. she tilted her head to one side, Ye can wait at th' Seraphim if ye want to. Came her soft voice, I can take care o' myself.
Thread: A Pirate's Life for Thee

An exasperated sigh left Avarien's lips. Rolling his head back on his neck, he pulled his right hand from his pocket to rub at the back of it. Slowly, his eyes glanced down towards Karita, eyes almost hooded with a sense of lazy undertone. Then what are you paying me for, eh? Crossing his arms over his chest, Avarien's eyes returned to scooping out what he could see of the tavern. Even if you didn't hire me, I wouldn't miss most of these clowns getting themselves involved with the likes of you. Not for the world. A sadistic grin coiled over his face, his teeth baring a little, showing pointed fangs a rare elven trait he had inherited from his father.
Thread: A Pirate's Life for Thee

A girl very much out of place wearing a long cream colored, cotton dress scurries into the tavern, looking over her shoulder and hurriedly glancing around as if she is looking for someone. She carries a single piece of luggage and her long blonde locks are slightly disheveled. She is delicate, pale and very much the opposite of the dirty tavern, full of drunken sailors. She seems to be trying to blend in, pushing forward to the bar slowly, constantly looking over her shoulder. She is startled as someone grabs her arm roughly and swings her around. She looks up at a rough man nearly 7 feet tall with long, knotted dreads, and big gold earrings. Here ye be girl an' ye thought ye could get away wi' me dubloon coins. I will slit yer pretty neck from one side t' th' other if ye do nay hand them over. She drops the piece of luggage she is carrying, revealing a small knife and quickly moving it to the man's groin. Listen you son of a bitch, you told me you would take me back across the ocean and you didn't, that means I get my money back so I took it and I will be glad to take your manhood as well as a prize for my troubles. He takes a step back, letting go of her tiny arm. This be nay o'er girl I will find ye an' when I do i will make ye keel haul th' plank. She bends down and picks up her luggage, pushing back toward the bar. She needs a stout drink to calm her shaking hands.
Thread: A Pirate's Life for Thee

The bargirl nodded, smiling. Good to see you back here though. She said softly, moving to the bar while some of the others talk and murmur about the captain and the wench. Soon coming back over, she put down the drink for her, along with the bottle. The mug's from me, the bartend included the bottle. Thanks for not being like every other bloody pirate here. she said, taking a seat. So, any recent tales, or was your last voyage out from here boring? she asked, sounding quite sincere. She probably was, seeing as she wasn't getting paid for anything at the moment. Or did most of your crew just leave?
Thread: A Pirate's Life for Thee

Valentine stepped into the pup known as 'The Three Horsemen', having just been dumped onto port - eyes set on finding something new and interesting that would keep his attention. He was an interesting looking man - dressed in a fine silk ruffled shirt and tight blackened leather pants. Around his belt were a number of pouches, a few scrolls of some sort, and a small hour glass. His steel toed boots touched the ground with a thud each time he walked - his immense weight causing the floor to creak beneath him as he moved from place to place. Valentine was a behemoth of a man - standing at roughly eight foot nine, and approximately weighing five hundred and some odd pounds of pure muscle, bone, and sinew. His skin was the colored of polished bronze, and his long curly black hair fell down past his waist. His eyes were like seas of emerald - one of the many strikingly beautiful features of his face, along with the very pronounced, angular features. He was a combination of both beauty and the beast, and as his hand rest on the jade hour glass at his side, one could tell that his beast was on the hunt... Though what for, one couldn't tell right away.