Well, I actually didn't have very much against you personally, originally (although your "broken beer-bottle" fantasies, of course, haven't exactly ignited a flame of affection for you in my heart). What rankled was just the way your presence here was contributing to these little "I love you, bro" / "bro, you know I love you too" group-hugging sessions that occasionally raise their ugly heads on boards like these.

I've stood alone aganst gangs and bullies of the most various types and descriptions all my life and I've found that it's not really when they're standing around you kicking and jeering and spitting on you that they are really at their most morally offensive (then, after all, they're only following their simple and clearly recognizable nature). I find that I really get furious and sick to my stomach about them when I happen on a couple of them in a bar or somewhere a little later and see one of them sobbing in the other's arms and confessing to him how lonely he is and how much his sensitive wounded heart needs to feel the warmth of his "brothers" around him in this cold, cold world.

I understand very well the psychological needs and mechanisms that drive people to band together into little groups of "buddies" or "mates" (depending on which side of the Atlantic you find yourself on) and which pay no regard at all to how cold and vicious the "brothers" who form the "group hug" regularly are to those who are NOT included in its embrace.

(This is not just a phenomenon found among quarter-educated white trash like yourselves, by the way. The immortal Jean-Paul Richter condemned the same immoral moral sensibility in Schiller - and by association even in Beethoven - when he stated how alien and repulsive the central sentiment of the "Ode To Joy" - "He who has taken the great chance and become a friend to a friend, Let him mix his jubilation with ours; And let he who cannot slip away weeping from this great union" - would always remain to him. Jean Paul's heart, God bless him, went, against all of German classicism and romanticism, with the one who "weeping, slips away".)

The people who have "given you a warm welcome" are, for the most part, bullies and sadists - although, as I say, like all bullies and sadists they have, disgustingly, their moments when they fall into each other's arms and shed sentimental tears about loneliness and lovelessness. If you want to enjoy, just the same, the warm suffusing glow of these moments of sentimental feigned brotherhood...well, you're certainly right that I have no power to forbid you. But, since good old Jean Paul is two hundred years dead now, I do feel that SOMEONE ought to point out, just occasionally, the notes of unpleasant dissonance that can be heard in your big .71 "Choral Symphony".

>I've stood alone aganst gangs and bullies of the most various types and descriptions all my life

>>2

Oh, Alex.

You just have this effect on people.
I came here Nov 2010, didn't post until April, got shot down in flames by yourself. I expected some teasing and general bullshitting as the new guy, I got it, but you took it a step or two further to be a cunt.
Yes, I and many others have had a few a few gentle laughs at 'the new guy' but that's to be expected. Doesn't mean we're all heartless bastards, we also helped him/her out to the best of our ability.

Furthermoar, as regards that line from the glorious 9th/Ode to Joy: 'All who can call at least one soul theirs, join in our circle, but he who cannot must steal away in tears, alone' I was gonna post it last week when you slunk in but thought I'd sound like someone nearly as pompous and pretentious as you.

FOAD Alex. Get a nozh or britva and do the right thing.

Well, by way of a combined reply to no. 3's suggestion that I may be a super-villain and no. 4's allusion to British novels about "big bad Johnnies who (maybe) have a good inside", I'll admit that, yes, in my case as in that of ANOTHER "PInky", it could well be that "corruptio optima pessima est", because women certainly haven't treated me any better than their fucking quarterback boyfriends have all these years.

But at least it can't be said that I don't raise the cultural level somewhat on this board. I'd say, by all means, post Schiller/Beethoven if the spirit moves you, even if you do have it only by way of Anthony Burgess (not a put-down; I imagine you're at least thirty years younger than me and believe me, I got it by that path first myself). But be aware that there IS a dark and questionable side to that glorious and beautiful sentiment, and the exhilarating rush of that music - as indeed Burgess himself made clear enough.

>>5
P.S. A "Cliff Notes" companion to the present thread will be available before the start of the coming academic year.

>>5
Absolutely corr-wrong, old man.

1975 - I'm 8 yr old, play violin, Beethoven is my fav. Read a lot of sci-fi, Asimov especially.

1977 - Get 'Clockwork Orange' for Christmas from parents - read it, decide to join a moar powerful streetgang than the one I'm in already.

1978 - Feel the call of punk rawk. Aquire bass guitar. My cultural degeneration is complete.

I still say you should get some social skills. I have Aspergers and I'm doing way better than you. Women aren't scary monsters who only go for athletes, y'know.

However, the sentiment still stands - to paraphrase Schiller and ol' Ludvig van:

'if you're going to be a cunt who can't get along, please get to fuck, you're not one of us'

>>7
Your parents gave a 10-year-old a novel written in a sort of demi-Russian that contains lengthy and explicit descriptions of rape, torture and assaults with knives and razors?

It is just as I thought, then. It is the very same irresponsible parenting as has left the London Borough of Ealing - a locality I remember as an idyllic "Queen of the Suburbs", where elderly spinsters could prune their roses under the benign eye of the local bobby, who never had to unsheath his truncheon from year to year - a smouldering heap of blackened ruins strewn indistinguishably with the bodies of the dead and dying that has rendered boards like these - originally founded, if I am not mistaken, as a forum for Oxford-educated Orientalists to exchange their scholarly opinions on the Japanification of Western youth - unsafe and unvisitable for a man of culture like myself.

>>8

LOL, Whut kin ah say?!? I was advanced for my age, got put up a year in school after psych/IQ tests. My parents only gave me what I was ready for. Clockwork Orange is not only a sci-fi novel interspersed with violence and its'consequences, but a cautionary tale dealing with the human condition, free will and the power of the state against the individual, and even at 10 I could take this all in.
But insulting my parents won't alter the fact that I have friends IRL, whilst you don't. I would even venture that they done the right thing in providing me with decent reading matter. But an Oxford education doesn't seem to have done you any favours, Alex it's just made you a snob. And while I enjoy 'culture', I detest snobs.

And if I ever meet you IRL, I'll cut you down like the dog you are.

Enjoy your 'life', what's left of it anyways.

As long as we're making up bullshit here, i'm a 12 year old swedish underwear model millionaire.

>>10
Try me.

Real life is stranger than fiction (even Clockwork Orange).
If you are ever in Glasgow, West of Scotland, look me up (no threats or promises, apart from a good tiem and a good drink- unless you are Alex).
All the best to ya.

http://goo.gl/sWrRhx

gj bumping faggot

>>14

sut up terd

>>2

>how alien and repulsive the central sentiment of the "Ode To Joy" - "He who has taken the great chance and become a friend to a friend, Let him mix his jubilation with ours; And let he who cannot slip away weeping from this great union"

Funny but what my quarter educated brain understood was this------->>

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjPau5QYtYs