So, if my phone number is in the yellow pages that gives people the right to link my irl name and phone number with my pseudonymous internet account? I don't think that makes sense, although maybe I'm misunderstanding you.
I'm more than happy to discuss this with you Rizzo, but do you want to start a different thread, 'cause you know we're just going to derail this thread and disagree with each other for the next 30 posts. 
Dude, there's no arguing it. I don't see why you even are. That picture was in an article that shows my full name and former residence. The fact that the person in that picture = the person running this username is NOT public information. Posting that picture and linking it to this username, once again, a correlation that is NOT public information and never was, is allowing anybody and everybody access to my full name among other things. How is that not PI? If you want to argue that posting the picture by itself isn't PI, maybe I can see your point a little bit, but to post the picture and say HEY THAT'S LSD... first of all, that's not public information.... second of all, that's also saying HEY LSD'S REAL LIFE NAME IS [insert name here] AND HE USED TO LIVE [insert address here].
Are you really not seeing the point here?
LSD, it is possible to argue anything. I know that it seems very clear cut to you because you are right in the center of it so the emotional impact of it all is quite visceral and is not just a mind experiment for you. We can all talk about this calmly and rationally like adults and come to an agreeable solution. May your words be honey, not vinegar....
Also, in the interests of keeping THIS thread specifically about the moderator's actions, you should take this argument over to the other thread I just made, which is specifically about what constitutes PI.
Fuck that, dude. I'm out this bitch. I don't do shit wrong to anybody. I've got immense amounts of stress going on in my life already, and now I have to deal with this, and you expect me to "calmly and rationally" discuss it while this smug motherfucker is sitting there telling me there's no problem with someone giving people access to my MOTHER'S NAME? My own fucking aunt just told me today I've been dealt more in my life than most could survive, her words. As if I don't fucking know that. Just the past few months alone have been insanely unbearably stressful, and most people would've fucking SNAPPED a long time ago. And then to top it all, I just found out like twelve hours ago one of my good friends from rehab died. And then y'all expect me to deal with this shit while I've got this heartless motherfucker having the nerve to say there's nothing wrong with people having access to not just my name but my MOM'S name and former address, to deal with a moderator HELPING some other degenerate ass loser spread all of that information, and nobody on here doing a damn thing about it other than you? Fuck this site, man. My delusionalass literally schizophrenic brother is out the psych ward after his second go in like a month and being in there for weeks, I got kicked out of where I was staying and literally forced to lose my job despite doing AMAZING and it being the best thing that's ever happened to me, I just found out someone I was really close to fucking overdosed and died... I could go on and on, and now I can't even go on my fucking go-to forum without having even MORE stress? Fuck this shit, man. Fuck MoaningLisa, fuck the piece of shit that posted that, fuck reject for posting that article on Zoklet way back when in the first place, fuck worthless shithead Arnox for letting this all go on, fuck Slave for not only not understanding basic logic (If a=b and b=c, then a=c.) but also lacking the very basic human capability of putting yourself in a fellow human being's position and understanding what they're going through nor the ability to give a fuck. Fuck this site, and fuck this "community", man. My TRT brethren are all cool, but how often do you see them post here anymore? I have virtually no reason to stick around this shithole and too many to count to turn my back on it. I got stress out the ass IRL; I don't need it when I'm online relaxing on my computer too.
Yes LSD, everyone has problems. Some of us manage to face them and still act like civilized adults. In fact, one might say that except in the face of adversity, being calm and reasonable is not a virtue at all (it's more complacency, in a sense). Your psychology is very telling, "I don't do shit wrong to anybody" - dismissing the bad grammar, that is just patently false. Every single person is guilty of some sin or another, but that's almost besides the point as its relevant to your psyche. You feel like the world isn't
fair, you expect this highly subjective form of justice or karma that is entirely based around your experience and feelings and as such you can't understand why someone would do something negative towards you if you haven't done anything negative towards them.
Have you considered that your words have power, and that the things you say to people on here aren't always nice? In fact, a lot of times you are so concerned with only yourself that you'll ramble on for paragraphs and paragraphs about the most mundane of your problems, but very rarely are you ever interested in the lives of other people as
you expect them to be for
you.
I'm sorry for your loss, I truly am, but excuse me if I am a bit jaded. Two weeks ago last year one of my good friends hung himself because he had a horribly painful brain condition the doctors could not figure out. He was one of the nicest people in the world and did everything he could to make everyone else happy. Truly the last person in the world anyone wanted to see die. Was it fair? Fuck no.
Three months later one of my BEST friends, someone I consider a fucking BROTHER, this is a man who literally let my girlfriend and I sleep IN HIS bed while we were homeless(no, not like that sick fucks) died to a gunshot wound to his chest. The person that shot him was another friend of mine, someone I knew from highschool, in fact we both lost our virginity to the same girl. The circumstances around it were very fucked up and the sad thing is my friend who died had been up for a week on meth, xannax, and DMT and went into a blind rage and tried to strangle my friend, whose only instinct to save himself was to fire a warning shot, which unfortunately pierced my friend's chest. The saddest part is that he would have lived, except the police refused to let the paramedics treat him until they had finished questioning my friend who shot him.
Three weeks after that, the friend who shot him was found dead in his room, shot in the head, the same place the first friend was shot. No one knows why, who, or wtf, and the police have done no investigation.
Is any of that fair? Is it fair that my friend who acted in self defense was demonized by the rest of my friends who didn't know the real situation(to be fair, I was pretty fucking pissed until I knew the full story, too)? Are the myriad economic and social factors that led my friends to have to come to these ends even exist?
FUCK NO.
Life isn't fucking fair bro. But you know what? You keep on fighting. Because we are men, and we have fought for everything we call dear.
From your perspective, I must've lost my damn mind to be acting like this over some bullshit like this, but it's a lot more than that. I will only be going to Shroomery for forum smalltalk bullshitting, durg talk, etc, from now on.
No sir, you have not lost your mind, you have lost your fighting spirit, the spirit of man the warrior - rising to challenges and climbing over walls instead of accepting them as boundaries.
There is no place in this world for people that just want to relax and never worry about anything. It's like people that want to pretend like things aren't political - every part of your life goes back to the political sphere and there is no escape from the stress of the world. The only thing you can do is turn that into energy and propel yourself forward. The only time you should feel relaxed is when you dance with death, every movement sure, steady, relaxed, but tight...And believe you me, everyday we dance with death. If there's anything you should learn from your friend's overdose it is that every day is your last and death is always over our shoulders, giving us the chance to either impart meaning into our lives or reduce us to slavish animals with short & brutish emotions.
