When I felt threatened, I called the police. I didn't start a freaking topic on the internet about how to handle the situation.
In my opinion, that's the difference.
"closure" HAH!
Living vicariously through the wacko responses that happen when you advertise an item (or animal) for sale is all this is. Whether you advertise in print or on the internet, you open yourself up to bizarre responses.
To the person who was reminded of the MJ experience, this is the major difference. MJ HAD a horse, she may have similar unmet needs in her home life that she needed to fictionalize her life to the bb but she actually caused the lingering and sad death of her own horse.
This kid is not mine to absolve or forgive, just how COULD she aplogize to the freaking critics on this bb?
Yes, were I her parent, I would respond to Flsh Gordon in apology for my child's irresponsible actions.
She's not my kid.
Where in Gods Green Earth the people micromanaging this family's problem on the COTH forums have a right to demand vicariously through the internet an apology I don't understand.
This topic has gone way beyond someone posting an odd series of responses to their advertisements. It is eerily reminiscent of a story I had to study in high school "The Lottery"
<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had come out of the box Delacroix selected a stone so large she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs. Dunbar. "Come on," she said. "Hurry up."
Mr. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said. gasping for breath. "I can't run at all. You'll have to go ahead and I'll catch up with you."
The children had stones already. And someone gave little Davy Hutchinson few pebbles.
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.
"It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.
<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
The Lottery
Friendship is Love without his wings
-Lord Byron
In my opinion, that's the difference.
"closure" HAH!
Living vicariously through the wacko responses that happen when you advertise an item (or animal) for sale is all this is. Whether you advertise in print or on the internet, you open yourself up to bizarre responses.
To the person who was reminded of the MJ experience, this is the major difference. MJ HAD a horse, she may have similar unmet needs in her home life that she needed to fictionalize her life to the bb but she actually caused the lingering and sad death of her own horse.
This kid is not mine to absolve or forgive, just how COULD she aplogize to the freaking critics on this bb?
Yes, were I her parent, I would respond to Flsh Gordon in apology for my child's irresponsible actions.
She's not my kid.
Where in Gods Green Earth the people micromanaging this family's problem on the COTH forums have a right to demand vicariously through the internet an apology I don't understand.
This topic has gone way beyond someone posting an odd series of responses to their advertisements. It is eerily reminiscent of a story I had to study in high school "The Lottery"
<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had come out of the box Delacroix selected a stone so large she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs. Dunbar. "Come on," she said. "Hurry up."
Mr. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said. gasping for breath. "I can't run at all. You'll have to go ahead and I'll catch up with you."
The children had stones already. And someone gave little Davy Hutchinson few pebbles.
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.
"It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.
<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
The Lottery
Friendship is Love without his wings
-Lord Byron
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