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Start here => Free For ALL => Topic started by: rock hound on August 30, 2016, 03:08:49 PM
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TBH, his thoughts are not far from mine...especially when I think of the Florence King post....." I don't suffer fools and I like to see fools suffer." :mischief: An interesting thought from Peaguy!
IntensitySquared: Save Your Enemy?IntensitySquared: Save Your Enemy?
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnln69CI5_Q&feature=youtu.be
Topic is called "Let Your Enemy Die For Fun?"
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I would help the person. The only way I might consider not helping that person, is if they had caused me great damage, and importantly, if they still had the ability to cause me more damage.
I wouldn't let someone die over a silly feud.
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Interesting question. If someone I do not like dies, I will not grieve or pretend to but nor will I gloat. If someone I don't like comes down with an illness or injury I won't grieve nor gloat.
I don't feel anything about these things. Nothing to do with me.
As for life going badly for them...mostly that will make me happy. Me upsetting people I don't like or people that make me unhappy or angry in turn makes me happy. On the flipside I enjoy it when people I like do well in life or have happy experiences and i enjoy making them happy.
As to whether I would, if thrust into a position where I had to save or prevent someone I did not like from dying or injury, that would be a case by case basis. About to jump off a bridge? Let them jump. Unconscious and face down in water? Pull them clear. About to be consumed by feral pigs? Bacon strikes back
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It depends who it is. I wouldn't do it to anyone here because this is just blips on the screen.
People who have harmed me IRL I would do this to though, because they are almost down to a person, sociopaths.
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I'd help them.
...and if they were stranded on the side of the road in the 90 degree heat or the freezing cold, I'd offer them a ride.
Sure there are people that have hurt me, people in my life that I could hate if I tried.
I don't try.
Just not worth the effort to me.
Don't care what people think of me, don't care what names they call me (I'm sure I've heard them all by now), and don't care to try to change or correct their possibly warped views about the way I conduct my life or the way they conduct theirs.
The only person I have to answer to at the end of the day is myself.
...and actually I've found that sometimes simply "just not caring" works 100% better on the revenge meter. Most people cannot let anything go, they will hold onto the anger and the hate until it eats them from the inside out, they learn to forgive...or they simply change.
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Gotta admit this a good question for me. While I fantasize about seeing someone who hurt me deeply, prone on the ground, bleeding and howling in agony and me laughing and walking around them in bliss. Ultimately, I could never do it! My registered nurses instincts would kick in and my desire to take the high road would triumph in the end. I would help them, even those who savaged me and left me for dead. I would never be friends with them or even acknowledge that I knew them....but, I would damn well try to help them.
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Sure I would save them unless they were murderers or such and I felt that by saving them they would continue to do it but since I don't really know many murderers I see it as unlikely. Of the few people I really don't care for I don't have any I would want to see dead, maimed maybe but not dead. Also I think it would irritate them knowing they owed their life to me than anything that I would ever do to them and that's a win in my book :2thumbsup:
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I kinda wasn't paying attention to the question :tard:
No, I would never let an enemy die for fun, under any circumstances.
I would never get pleasure from it.
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I daresay that it depends on who and why.
There IS one little fucking piece of dog shite that I would absolutely without a doubt, with utter certainty, make their life a living hell if ever I saw her in a position of dire need. It would get a lot direr and fast.
My former housemate, the nasty, poisonous, sneaking, thieving manipulative passive aggressive noxious borderline-as-all-HELL monstrous serpentine little gorgonslut bitch creature from perdition. Nastiest, most underhand little serpent I have ever had the misfortune to know. I invited her over to stay here with me at my place from the US, on condition she fund the transport itself, after some pretty horrific evidence of being abused by family, violently and a then BF had been accused of rape, by her again. At the time mind you she was a pretty good friend (or went out of her way to hide whatever manner of slobbering, tentacled Lovecraftian abomination that lurks inside the bitch from hell. But after I'd taken her in, all at my own expense, taken care of her, put a roof over her head, food on her plate, introduced her to some of my mates so she had the opportunity to socialize...well lets just leave it at saying she was a compulsive and EXTREMELY sneaky, backstabbing, two-faced liar. A thief-stole money from my folks, who had none to spare, I have no proof of this-but I really think it likely she has probably done the same to me. I actually clocked the little cow waiting until my old man went to the bog in the morning after he woke up and quickly running into his room where she'd gone through his wallet and helped herself, the thieving little shite. She stole a cat. No idea to this day who's it was, stole a kitten too, amd again no idea who the kitten's staff members had been, but walked into the room I'd given little miss thieving cow bitch creature features.
And..a young kitten, I'd guess a year old or so perhaps, although I'd no way to tell, no collar, and he carried no ID:P Grey-silver, quite a slight little slip of a cat really. Was pretty damned pissed off about her pulling that crap. Eventually, first cat had managed to do a houdini and escape, the crazy crow-eaten carcass just went out and bleedin' well stole a 'fresh' one. Absolutely unbelievable although given the circumstances I didn't really have much I could do about the fact. Given she shouldn't exactly have been here in the first place, given that she'd just gone and sodding cat-napped the little guy, and his predecessor, and the lab, albeit temporarily mothballed, still, a lot more attention than I'd want.
Tried to get a guy murdered too, nearly succeeded in that one; even went apewaste against a friend of mine when we went round to see the guy, started shouting and screaming abuse when he allegedly 'got too close to her face' (he had not, in consensus reality, done anything whatsoever to her. And THEN the crazy cow actually, while not for a brief moment, screaming and acting like a total cunt (who am I kidding...ACTING???? ;)) she actually pulled a knife on the guy and threatened to stab him if he came any closer. Guy was..livid is not the word, not even close. And whilst he is a decent bloke in general, he's not someone to mess with, and to be honest I don't know how she walked away alive if I am quite honest. That night she kicked off at my friend, I am absolutely astonished beyond words that he didn't tear her head off her shoulders, leaving her running around for a moment like a decapitated chicken until the body realized it was done for and gave up the ghost.
All came to a head when she tried forcing my bedroom door issuing demands I allow her in right then and there so she could feed her tropical fish tank. Long story short was getting dressed and told her no she couldn't. She had to wait. But no, crazy bitch from hell tried to break the fucking door down, and came charging into the room with a samurai sword. Had to draw my own blade to give myself a fair chance at....well...avoiding the fate of the steak in the fridge right now that I am going to have for supper. I.e killed, filleted, and quite probably cooked and/or worse besides (me, that is, courtesy of little-miss-psychotic-bitchpants, there is no 'maybe' and no question whatsoever that the steak is a gonner :P as soon as I've eaten the mouthful of dried, seasoned salt and pepper and chilli beef I'm jawing on right now.
Anyhow managed to overpower devilharlot chops and kick her then and there out into the cold night without a damn thing, not before I'd searched everything did she get any of it back. Found she'd been stealing my meds of all kinds, bit by bit to try and gain a hold on me. Under her bed, big fucking pile of them, enough stomach meds, antisickness stuff, muscle relaxers, pain meds, antiseizure med and all manner of other shit, anything from uppers to tranks and mushies, and things infinitely rarer and more unusual things besides. The sort of things that it takes someone on the spectrum for.
Paid her back in kind there, as a great deal of meds that would have been useless to a new owner, those got flushed, so she could go rot. Others were......placed under new management:P.
At any rate, yes, if I saw her in agony. Suffering? dying? vulnerable to the crushing stamp of a boot onto the windpipe then shit fucking well hell yes. I'd toss her into a pit of poisonous snakes in a heartbeat. She'd be quite at home actually, come to think of it, she'd be amongst friends. Or, more accurately perhaps..amongst relatives,
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I prefer to annoy people to death. :zoinks:
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I prefer to annoy people to death. :zoinks:
You're entirely too cute to kill anyone. :hug:
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From Pea.
"I would, under no circumstances, help my ex friend from dying slowly after molesting his gf's kids. His missus was in on the act too, the fat slag.
Hate him with a passion."
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Guys a nonce? then screw waiting for fate to hopefully step in and lend assistance. Child rapists are, well lets just say the hand they need lending, is less a metaphorical one from fate, and more of one wielding a serrated bread knife to slash their achilles and hamstrings, then slice them up slowly. Starting with the eyes and whatever vestigial fucking ballsack they might possess. Plus an old, dry carpet to roll them in just before you do them in for good (for excellent, would be more apt, mind you) plus a mixture of engine oil and petrol/diesel. The carpet being to saturate in fuel, roll them up, tied with some rope and build a bonfire to lay them on top of, facing sideways so they do not have the luxury of suffocation and toxic smoke inhalation. Because child molesters should BURN, and slowly at that.
Don't worry about the fuel evaporating, thats part of the reason to mix it with oil. And their bodily fat reserves will help fuel it too, turning them into a living torch (although only temporarily, so don't worry too much about that minor point. They won't do it for an excessively long time, at least, not from your point of view, they on the other hand are likely to think different once you turn them into a body-fat-fuelled paedo-candle and let them burn slowly.
I fucking despise child molesters, they are, along with verminous filth. that abuse animals and the pigs, the worst kinds of sub-human sewage to befoul this planet.
I'm not entirely sure I'd actually think of it as letting my enemy die for fun. More, I expect, along the lines of taking out the trash, making sure it WAS done, because too many people would lack the stomach to actually get the job done. They might want to, but digging the hole and taking them out to burn is more than many would stomach. Its less letting them die for fun, although in the case of a child molester there is certainly that element, and far, far more of making them die because they need to fucking DIE already, because that sort of abomination does not change. It is, and this is likely to be a bit of that kind of issue that gets opinions fairly thoroughly polarized even here. It is, I think, unlike perhaps many rapists, at least going from what I know about the psychology behind it, more of a sexual orientation, like homosexuality is, for example, or sadomasochism albeit far, far more aberrant than anything most people would come up with even then.
Once a nonce, always a nonce, is my take on it. At least unless somebody chops it off.
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"Enemy" enemies...yes I would be happy for them to die and not help them out. I don't know if there are too many that would really fit that.
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"He used the autism card to avoid incerceration. Guy's a scumbag. Used to complain about bad men and paedophiles to me when he's one himself.
He broke my trust and ruined the innocence of their childhood.
It's also in my bloodline to hate them too. So there you go."
Pea
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autistic? or just CLAIMING to be one in a disgusting cynical attempt to slime out of his getting raped, force-fed boiling water then raped again, cut up, and flushed down a prison bog?
Tell you something though, I don't give a conservative politician-owned shrivel-dicked drunken mother fuck in the nastiest of nasty cheapass gutter motel WHERE It is on the spectrum, weather he is or not. It (not He. IT. Because 'he' generally refers to a living human being or animal. This piece of dirt is NOT and never will be, one of us. And I do not merely mean a member here on I2, I mean, one of the breed ourselves. He is no autistic, he is fucking trash.
I don't have, as Al puts it, many 'enemy, enemies'. For someone to make that shitlist then they have to have transgressed in a pretty damn major way, either against me, or (for them) far, far FAR worse, against one whom I love. That happens I do not have limits other than those relating to finance and of course the likes of ability to travel. Limits in terms of what I am willing to do in the service of prosecuting the fixing of the enemy-enemy.
There is of course the more minor shit-list, as well as the shit-list-shit-list :autism:, the first being one that somebody may, in the right situation and if the original cause for being there is not unforgiveable yet also not worth inflicting punishment of the kind of severity I mete out to those on the Shit List-Shit List, find redemption, and become friends again. The other one is reserved solely for those who cannot, should not, nor ever will be allowed to go unpunished. And you make that list? there are no limits on what may (and occasionally has) been inflicted.
And then there are people who, friends/associates or not, have merely slighted, annoyed, pissed off etc. in such a way that an apology and being bought a round of beers is sufficient, along of course, with refraining from then on from doing whatever it might be again.
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There have been a very few people that I've known personally, that seem like it would be better for humanity as a whole if they were dead.
There's also one that I've never met but know about because of the harm he's done to a friend, that I have zero doubt deserves to die.
It's not a thing for bragging about on the internet though. I agree with Lestat that it's not about having fun or being gleeful over their misfortune, but about taking out the trash.
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I prefer to annoy people to death. :zoinks:
You're entirely too cute to kill anyone. :hug:
I hope when I die it's from something awesome like lightning. :zoinks:
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'Raxis you make a very good point about it not being a thing to brag about. Thats the sort of thing that puts YOU at great risk. Especially if somebody were to have inflicted the ultimate sanction, or if not, then to have taken action against such vermin as are not just total fucking bastards, but such an immediate threat then to have, if not actually having taken them out permanently, done such things to that 'person' as means that they never, ever recover, or are left with the ability to communicate with someone to inform them (better, rather, if its done in such a way that they do not KNOW who has done it. Which means no fucking about, no allowing the ego a front seat (or indeed, any seat) at the party. Sure be satisfied at taking the prick out, but no last sarcastic words of a kind that could identify the person taking the action and allow the victim to piece it together as to who just took them apart. Letting your ego, for those prone to such shite, come out in OBVIOUS gloating, is a big mistake and it puts you at huge risk of having action taken against you. Legal action, or if by some chance the target is left capable of some form of assisted communication, vengeance not through the courts, etc. etc. but by enraged family, friends, partners etc.)
So if your going to gloat, do it in private, and whilst at the scene, IF you are ever AT the scene at which the filthy fucking noxious piece of effluent who is deserving of and requiring of being incapacitated permanently, no sarcastic remarks that in any way cover the reason for which the 'person', fucking bastard piece of dog shit that they are, are being punished and taken out of play, even though the intent is to leave them permanently and irreparably crippled, could stand a chance, even a tiny one, to piece together what they did and why they are being broken.
So any gloating is to be kept firmly internalized. Sure, take glee in it if you wish, but keep a lid on it, keep it thoroughly and totally internal.
It would be amusing as hell if I were to relate certain things, but I never can, for the risk it would place me at. Things which there were no viable alternative but for the things to come to pass; They had to do so. But as funny as hell as those things were, looking back on them, I can never relate them, never breathe a word to anyone, even were I to get with a partner (perhaps even especially in that case, because partners can get pissy, they can leave, they could have a fit of pique and not pay thought to what they would be doing by opening their mouths)
So in short-if there is somebody who poses such a threat that extricating yourself from a situation in the short term is either impossible or they have transgressed in such a way that its unjustifiable and they HAVE to face punishment for: one-don't call the filth then do something yourself, just do it. If you called the pork then there is a record created and a motive established by your own mouth.
Two-Do NOT screw up. Don't start what you are unwilling to finish, if you haven't the stomach for it, don't go and bury somebody. Bite off more than your prepared to chew and swallow and they can get away and spread the word. And when that happens the first thing they will do is drop you right in it, or come after you personally/send others to tear you apart and scatter the pieces to the wind. Because obviously, if you've tried to kill somebody and got so far that the attempt has begun then you don't have the choice to run away and hide, you can't stop once you have started. If you are not prepared for it, or, if you are the sort of person that extirpating the truly deserving bothers, and decide you can't live with that, then you don't start it. Likewise if your stupid enough to start feeling like you need ''absolution'' or some other such pathetically whiny concept, through confession, be it to the pigs, to your friends, loved one, priest, even family members then aside from being an idiot you are going to end up with that situation not resulting getting any such thing, things would if someone did so, simply be taken from you and spiral way out of control, and you would just become unable to stop it once started. And whilst that has never happened to me, I'm not stupid, I am as sure as I can be that no such thing as absolution will you get. Guilt is for the weak, in such a situation.
Do it, or do not. And if you do take someone out, either dead or crippled, then there are no allowable half measures. If your going to do it, take it to the conclusion and do not abandon a job half done because you haven't the stomach for such a grisly undertaking then once you get started then you will just have to suffer, and take what comfort you can in knowing that you are taking out the trash, and trash of the vilest possible sort who will damage you or your loved ones greatly were they permitted to continue their existence, either in whole or as a broken, shattered heap of parts; you'd have no choice BUT to keep going until the nasty, bloody, messy conclusion until your work is DONE and one of life's festering dog turds has been given the ultimate pooper-scooping.
Again, can't say strongly enough. DO IT, or DO NOT. There is nothing in between; And FINISH what you start.
And three-keep your fucking trap shut about what it is you have done.
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I prefer to annoy people to death. :zoinks:
You're entirely too cute to kill anyone. :hug:
I hope when I die it's from something awesome like lightning. :zoinks:
"Rudolph the red nosed reindeer..." :harp:
http://www.wired.com/2016/08/lightning-can-kill-300-reindeer-one-strike/
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Now get off my lawn! :odeon: :trollskull:
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I hope I'm never tested with regard to a few people I truly hate. :-\