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Here's an example: (this is just an "example")
Let's say you write of your feelings on the subject of smoking in restaurants, on blather.
Alright, now say I don't like what you just wrote about smoking. For some reason, it displeases me. You can't take it back. What's done is done. This is blather, the words are permanent. To your credit, you presumably truly meant what you said, or, at least, I'm convinced that you were being sincere on the subject.
But here's the thing. I didn't like what you said. at all.
I know what you said wasn't mean spirited, it was you just voicing your thoughts on a subject of your choosing. You didn't think it was a big deal... but that doesn't matter, because I didn't like it. You see, I am a smoker... and you know what, I disagree with you.
And now... until you change your name, so that what you wrote about smoking in restaurants is no longer attached to your name... (and don't try to use the same name with a different email address, where what you said isn't directly attached to your name: cause that's not good enough either)...
I'm going to do everything I can to try to hurt you.
And I will work together with others to achieve this goal.
Along with saying extremely hateful things to intentionally hurt you, I will try to "teach" you how the world works, according to me, that is. If that doesn't work, then I will try to persuade you that I am right... and you are wrong. If that doesn't work, I will try to coerce you, exploiting your fears; compelling you by force, threats, intimidation, and self-prescribed authority. If that doesn't work, I will do everything I can to destroy you. Break you. Make you cry.
And if that doesn't work?
Well, I'm just going to start the process over again from the beginning.
I'm going to harass you and your friends... I'm going to manipulate you and your friends.
I will suggest that if you are feeling suicidal, maybe it's best for you to just go and kill yourself.
Through veiled threats, I will threaten you, your friends, and your family, with violence... and even death.
I will impersonate your friends screenname... to send You a message.
I know what kind of porn was on your computer five years ago, so I will blathe about it with a thin string of a connection between it, and you.
I will spam blather, and use that spam as a tool to direct attention to what I consider your wrongdoing. I will blame you for this.
Actually, I will blame you for all of my shitty actions.
I will impersonate some long gone skite of notoriety to prove that if and when you decide to leave, eventually I can, and who knows, maybe will, do the same kind of impersonation of you.
I will repeatedly subject you to psychological warfare, and I will even go so far to tell you as much.
I will put you in what is know as double-bind, or similarly, no-win situations... so no matter what you do, you will be subject to further punishment.
I will attempt to blackmail you.
And furthermore, I will allude to the fact that I could post lies about you on blather, or elsewhere on the internet, with your full name (which I happen to know), to ruin your reputation.
I also know many of your fears, and I will exploit those fears month after month, and if necessary... year after year... for as long as it takes for you to bend to My Will.
Because I am right, and you are wrong.
Why else would I go to such extreme measures if I didn't think I was unequivocally right?
...you think the punishment doesn't fit the crime (as in there was no crime).
I don't care.
...you have many reasons why you think that what I'm doing is very, very, very wrong... no matter what my self-approved justification is.
I could give a fuck.
...you have your reasons for your non-compliance with my coercion, and they go far beyond yourself. You are convinced that you are not only standing up for yourself, but for everyone that might come after you that might be subjected to this kind of behavior. This is very, very, very important to you.
Not good enough.
I understand that if I didn't make a big deal about it, in a short time, it wouldn't matter. It would be forgotten, it would be something that is no longer pertinent to everyday discussion. It would become a non-issue.
But that doesn't matter to me. Because I don't like what you said. But it's not really, I think, about what you said anymore...
I think I'm on some kind of epic power-trip.
I understand that you wrote what you wrote, and you are the author of your "example" pertaining to cigarette "smoking in restaurants" and you
self-published it, on blather, under the name of your choosing.
You didn't think it was that big of a deal.
But you know what?
That just doesn't sit well with me.
And now you're gonna pay.
And, simply, that's that.
Whew, now that's an example.
(and this is still just an example... clearly, an example this complicated would be far more complicated in real life.)
Okay, now of course, as I hope you and everyone else reading this knows... I, personally, the person writing all of this out, would never do these things! Any of those things! I swear. I swear on everything that I love.
Can you imagine what kind of karma would come along with such horrible, terrible, awful behavior? And the respect I would permanently and irrevocably loose from everyone that once liked me? I couldn't even imagine. I don't think I would be trusted by another skite ever again.
But that... that's not why I wouldn't do it. I would never, ever do something like that to someone that has done nothing more then write what they truthfully felt in their heart (or
mind, or what ever you would wish to call it)... writing what they wanted to write, how they wanted to write it...
because I don't think it's right. My conscious wouldn't allow me to treat another person that way.
I know that in a public place such as blather, one is free to write what they want to write, and I am free to write what I want to write.
And if I don't like what they write, I am free to basically write whatever I want to write in response to it, or ignore it, or leave.
And they have the same option.
We All have the same option.
And in this anarchist society we have here in blather, you could do any of those things listed up in my "example". Any of us could. Very little would be provable, it would all be conjecture... and very convoluted.
Nothing would stop you, except you. And your mercy, your conscious, and your goodness.
So the question becomes:
When will we learn to treat each other better? When will we learn to treat each other not only like we ourselves would want to be treated, but how we would want our friends, our family, and our loved ones to be treated?
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