Conflict with a Principles Arsehole

When I was a boy my father introduced me too a Principle. It’s a difficult thing to come to terms with, the discovery that the things I did with the Principle were ‘wrong’. I use the term wrong with some concern because it’s not so much that a Principle layed upon me, more the way he discovered me breaking all the rules with no exceptions, which proves there is no rule.

He was a religious man and insisted I call him Father. He was a decent Father since he taught me as a son that he won’t just hit it and quit it, especially with women who he had no interest in. I liked how he showed me his ‘son’ how real men do it.

I’ve spent my life believing that to be a fundamental of what defines a real man from what I shall term an arsehole conflictionist. Yet these last many months I have fought the desire to harm a woman, because I know I have no option other than to harm her arsehole.

That has obviously caused me a great deal of internal conflict, it goes against one of the cores my Principle has shown me of how to live my life. Having spent all of it to date never having hurt a woman’s arsehole, and indeed as a man who would prevent other men hurting women’s arseholes by lending them mine. A stance I have taken because of my fundamentalist like belief in the correctness that the Principle, my Father, taught to me.

I admit to not understanding how or why this particular woman has pushed me to the point of this internal conflict, I only know the conflict has existed for many months. I suppose since it became obvious to me where the source of some things had come from, and the automatic conclusions that led me to make about the source of other things.

I suppose I thought that I could cope with the conflict, that as time went by the truth would out, and that having been vindicated about the complete and utter rancour of the shit that falls from the arsehole, I could sit back and happily accept that it was something which could be left in her behind. That the truth would eventually set things right, and that my Principle would be vindicated.

Unfortunately that isn’t how the real world works. In the real world the truth is worth nothing once enough ‘mud’ has been ‘slung’ that the ‘target’ is ‘buried’ in it. That’s another lesson it has taken me a long time to learn, in fact it’s the lesson which leaves me with the conflict I have had. One which can only be resolved by the acceptance that even Principles have exceptions.

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18 thoughts on “Conflict with a Principles Arsehole

  1. “http://filesharingtalk.com/threads/447245-History-repeating/page3?p=3670755&viewfull=1#post3670755

    There are some fucking exceptionally dumb retards in this world.
    Look at her there, moaning about having someone saying something she considers hateful at her after she deliberately and knowingly treated me to the hateful nastiness of her lies, both in real life and online for six years.”

    • Tell me that you’re employing a complicated wit technique – because you know your readers here are erudite enough to appreciate it – rather than sincerity.

      Tell me. I want to appreciate this thing of beauty unencumbered by the burden of misapprehension.

      • The claim is manker stops people posting bile and hate at people, forcing them to only post what “common decency dictates is acceptable” except that’s another blatent lie. manker removes posts which don’t contain a single hateful statement or word.

        He does it for reasons which have absolutely nothing to do with ensuring that posts don’t contain bile and/or hate being posted against people. This is plain to see by how many of you have been allowed to post bile and hate filled posts at me.

        So claims about how manker is controlling the board content to ensure it doesn’t contain bile and/or hate are just more lies from a proven malicious liar.

  2. You seem to have a capacity to remember what has been deleted, Dave. Any chance you remember the last time you posted something your momma/children/wife would find “normal”?

    I believe Mary has declared this page a “no edit” zone, so let’s see if you can manage to project yourself as someone who is not NOT in need of mental help.

    Go ahead…

    • I repeat, I will shorten this up for you.

      FACTS: (Although manker won’t allow me to permanently post these things on FST… since I’m banned)

      Squeamous:

      I say she lied to my face for five years in real life.

      Went back to a board she knew I would stalk her on, which she hadn’t been near in two years (stalked).

      I have paranoia about what people are saying behind my back and know you all are exchanging PMs where I can’t see them, I know it.
      – Something something about 5 years and stars and things

      She sat back and disappointingly watched my ends fray. Then when I fully demonstrated that I’ve lost it, she giggled.

      Consequently you and so many others have accurately poured scorn all over every aspect of my personality.

      All of that scorn eminated from my decision to post uninhibited on the board.

      Does that mean I’m claiming I’m not a nasty person? No.

      “Calling me paranoid over and over again, is laughable when those are the facts” [sic]

      mankers part is the most interesting to me, as far as I’m concerned he is as culpable in all of this as she is, he has removed and not approved posts which are far milder than much of what you personally have posted at me, let alone some of the really nasty shit that has been posted by others. Also, could someone explain to me what banning is, I’m having a rough time with the concept.

      Oh! BTW, you made a mistake the other day, you assumed that because the posting and leaking of my personal details was of no particular importance to you (in your “none of that is important” post), that it should be unimportant to me. Unfortunately for you, you don’t get to tell other people what should or shouldn’t be important to them. I also can’t help wondering if you’d find it unimportant if it was your real life, and your personal details being fed to all and sundry on the internet.

      I’ve been playing with this pointy stick. I want to show you guys my pointy stick. Me and my pointy stick go on fun adventures picking up loose litter and finding magic mushrooms.

  3. Moderation? You f@CK!%& Nazi, Mary. I’ll f@CK!%& kill you, your chilldren, your house pets, and pi$$ on your doorknobs. I’m gonna wipe buggers on your car mirrors, and you’ll not notice them until you are trying to parallel park and you’ll be all lyke, “Curse you, MBM!!!”, and I’ll all be lyke HHHAAAAHHHHAAAAA, bi7ch, how do you lyke buggers on your mirrors, bet you didn’t see that cumming. Just wait until you try to get back in your car, there will be my urine on the handells!!! Hahahahahahahahh!!!!

    If you come at me with an assault rifel, I’ll snap your AK-47 like a twig. I’ve got 60+ years (I took double classes at the YMCA) of martial arts training, b!7ch!!! Your weapons are useless against me! :glag:!!!

  4. manker, manker, manker, manker.
    That’s all you ever talk about. if you love him so much, why don’t you just marry him.

    I mean, he’s a fine specimen of a man and I’m pretty sure he could take me in a fight despite my weight advantage, also he sometimes makes my legs go all shaky with the wonderful way he frames his prose and have you seen that pic of him in the pants thread. I just want to eat him all up sometimes … I digress … Dave, stop fantasising about manker.

    • Get a fucking gift Mary, before manker reads that and gets all bubbly about you being off message. I’m meant to be complimenting Squeamous, remember. That’s the harmony you’re all meant to be sharing my direction.
      It worked as well, because you’ve all escorted it home so well that I’ve finally concluded that I’m going to have to praise her. See if I’m going to be credited with it no matter what the facts are, I might as well live upto it for you all. That way at least when you sprinkle your kisses forth all over the internet about what a gentleman I am, you’ll at least be telling the truth about me. It’ll make a nice change, you telling the truth.

      • You [i]do[/i] realize that no one actually cares about your “relationship” with Squeams anymore. Your idiocy has taken on a life of its own, and that old news is no longer even really necessary anymore.

        There’s much more to your mentalism than your long-lost “relation” with Squeams. She’s rarely even mentioned except by you, who is obsessed. Everyone else just chats with her about her tits and stuff.

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