Frank, you’re a fucking coward. At the end of the day, you are the definition of chicken-shit.

You make a threat of violence, then you pee yourself when someone calls your bluff.

I will never let you forget it.

It’s been a slice, but it is now tedious.

Yeah, it is that.

We had a very good discussion on I-can’t-remember-what-exactly around the July 4 weekend on which we both pointed out it was nice to have a respectfully disagreeing discussion. Wouldn’t mind at all getting back to that tone.

So tell you what. Clearly acknowledge you were being exactly the “Keyboard Commando” you accused me of being (hiding safely behind your keyboard where you’d face no consequences) when you first started to threaten me and I’ll never bring it up ever again.

Sorry, losing my abilty to speak Frank for a moment there.

Huh?

Oh, wait! Then I’ll have your address, and I’ll have to pack up my Louisville Slugger.

Fortunately, I can use sentences that make sense: I’m not hiding my address. Tell me you’re actually going to show up, sans all excuses, and I’ll tell you where.

First, you’re an alchoholic (something you felt it necessary to tell us about yourself). Why are you in a bar?

Second, yes I would.

Third, after several lengthy exchanges in which I responded directly to the things you were saying I ended one with a snark that played on the fact you were dealing with a bout of dirarreah (something you also felt it necessary to tell us all about yourself) and speaking crap.

Especially in light of what passes for discourse hear, no, I don’t see that as crossing a line of civility. Threatening physical violence multiple times… yeah.

And I don’t mean, what should I have done about it? I mean how would other people have responded to you?

I imagine, given the general atmosphere of and tone of discussions that happen in, for example, a crowded bar I’d expect folks to hoot in and say things akin to “burn!” while waiting for a similarly clever comeback. (Dennis even said it was “impressive” .) Pretty sure they’d be surprised if you suddenly pulled out a baseball bat and crippled me.

Or do you believe, as I do, that he went and looked it up, and then made up that bon mot?

I’ll spare you the speculation, Frank. I looked it up when you first mentioned you had it.

What? You make a point of telling us “I am fighting a bacteria called “clostridium difficile””and don’t expect folks to go look it up to find out just what they hell you’re talking about? (Don’t tell me looking up things you don’t know about is something you frown on.)

Are you someone who makes insensitive, vile and disgusting remarks

Like “I honestly hope you recover from the clostridium difficile soon, Frank”??

Granted, since you’ve made it clear you wouldn’t piss on me if I were on fire I withdraw the sentiment.

It’s been a slice, but it is now tedious.

Enough.

Jaim claims he will yammer til the Rapture.

Let him.

I have had enough.

A little Anthony Perkins thing going on here? Can’t tell Mommy from Norman?

Or are you (Martin) and you (Jaim) actually the same?

Lemme see a picture of you together with ID’s and newspapers below your chins.

Oh, wait! Then I’ll have your address, and I’ll have to pack up my Louisville Slugger.

BTW, have you thought about what you’re gonna tell the police when you wake up? “Some guy on the Internet, came all the way here to Bumfuck just to beat me up — no, really!”

Now, tell me: Would you have said that to me in a crowded bar, for example? What you have expected to happen at that point?

And I don’t mean, what should I have done about it? I mean how would other people have responded to you?

Stop pretending we were simply discussing politics and I sprang forth with a “Fuck you!”

I honestly hope you recover from the clostridium difficile* soon, Frank. Because the shit is clearly leaking out both ends.

* Lest anyone think that that statement was generated by the heat of the moment, how many of you believe that Martin made that up because he knew what c. difficile was, off the top of his head? Or do you believe, as I do, that he went and looked it up, and then made up that bon mot?

Are you someone who makes insensitive, vile and disgusting remarks AND a hypocritical windbag?

Making such threats repeatedly and clearly all over the threads.

And I never said I didn’t care. I just said I wouldn’t fight back. (As was perfectly appropriate given the “use you’re might to get what you want” vs ” stay resolute and determined but non-violent” nature of the original discussion.)

I’ve dealt with folks like Frank before. I’ve learned it never safe to really assume they are harmless. His repeated insistence that he’ll do violence and/or “make my life interesting” is a concern.

And should he actually try anything, yes, I would avail myself of The Law to protect that which I have to protect.

Actions have consequences. And if Frank is afraid of facing them then he should tone it down. Until then I see no reason to making it just as clear as Frank’s threats that he has and continues to make them.

So, again from what you yourself have told us about you from your postings here, not sure which way to go, Frank.

Are you someone who resorts to unprovoked extreme violence, or a hypocritical windbag.

I can’t speak for Jaim, but I don’t claim to know more about you than you’ve provided. Unlike what others have occasionally done, I don’t believe I’ve ever told you what you are thinking. I quote your own words when responding and base my responses only on what you post here. And I’ve asked “is that really what you mean to say” type questions many times. Sometimes when shaking my head in disbelief, but also as a genuine request for clarification.

So what do I know about you from what you’ve posted here?

That when someone disagrees with you you’ll threaten to beat them with a baseball bat until they have to spend the rest of their life drinking from a straw. And you make it repeatedly very clear that you are very serious about this. That it isn’t an idle threat.

Step over the line of… ??

Go back and check the thread, Frank.
You’re the one who said I wasn’t saying exactly what I did plainly say.
Repeatedly.

And when I pointed out that you were claiming declarative sentences didn’t say what they obviously did say, you replied, “Fuck you, Martin. How’s that for a simple declarative sentence ?

You’re another Keyboard Commando , real brave miles away. If you were at arm’s length, I’d kick your ass so bad , your children would apologize .”

Up to that point there had been clear and sharp disagreement between us, but no name calling or threats.

So, remind me, who stepped over the line of civility?

Bullshit, Frank. You gave a list of reasons why you would NOT come to me.

So, I tell you the where, you going to tell me the when you will actually show up? Or (“It’s too far.” “I’m not well.” “I’m not paying to get there.” “You’re not going to fight back.”) are you going to put more conditions on it?

You wouldn’t be fighting back if you wanted to fight back

Calm down, Frank. You’re talking nonsense now.

So, it’s your job to mock me, is it? Then I guess it’s my job to remind you that if it were not for Amused Observer, Dennis and me reminding you what an asshat you are, no one would ever respond to your jejune ankle biting.

Honestly, do you think he cares when a decrepit windbag like yourself threatens violence? Other than mercilessly mocking you?

It is you that has erased the line between dialogue, and selling “wolf tickets” – you, and Burn, and Martin, and Tyro, and mambochicken — not I.

Maybe in your world, the guy who threatens violence is the “dumb fuck”, but in my world, a guy who says vile, crude and insulting things to some one from behind a monitor and a keyboard, that he would never say in person, First, because of the public opprobrium; and Second, because of the possibility of a bloody nose; he is the “dumb fuck”.

Honestly, do you think I would piss on Martin, if he were on fire, to help put him out?

Then think of the odds that I might cross the country to go all Louisville Slugger on his ass? Rest assured, if he and I, or you and I, ever meet, I will not be looking for boxing gloves.

Jaim, you are a real touchhole. You have no idea who you are talking to, you know as much about me as I have let you know, and yet you think you know all about me. You know nothing about me. You seem to know little about anything.

Like your left-leaning comrades here on this blog you seem never to have read a book; you know nothing of history, and your grasp of American life and livelihood seems to be limited to what goes on in Washington, D.C., and what subjects are discussed by the talking heads on Sunday morning, with the addition of football and comics.

Your education – and here I mean about 90% of you lefties — is about a mile wide , and an inch deep. You seem to be incapable of individual thought, often parroting whole phrases and clauses from left wing media.

But, in the future, if some cowardly ass kisser wants to impress his friends by insulting me, I promise I won’t threaten him with violence.

OK, all better now?

The lesson here is not to make physical threats of violence over the internet in the first place. That’s just plain stupid. The second lesson is to simply admit you were a dumb-fuck for ever doing so in the first place.

“your life is about to get interesting”

I’m more than curious as to what this new threat entails.

“let me know when you’re coming home from Korea”

For Christmas to visit my family. More than happy to send you the details. More than amused to see you huffing and puffing in yet another fit of INTERNET RAGE!!!

Well, I am not yet well, but I am well enough to kick your ass.

Martin, you and Jaim better shut this shit down now, or your life is about to get interesting. You think I care if you don’t fight back? You wouldn’t be fighting back if you wanted to fight back, unless you call getting up fighting back. You’ve been watching too many After School Specials.

And, Jaim, you jerkoff, let me know when you’re coming home from Korea.

You have gone from classless to witless to gutless.

You think I’m kidding?

I am harboring a major hate for you Boy Martin, and if I take the opportunity to start beating on your stinkin’ ass, you may spend the rest of your life drinking out of a straw.