Well Fishalt is now claiming Ive admited to sabotaging the site.
Well, we did discuss that yesterday: it's foolish to even think they haven't got one eye on this site from morning til night.
I'm happy enough giving them free lessons in how to write in basic English, but it's a trying affair when people are as thick and useless as they are over there.
No idea why he made that up.
He's a very small and insignificant cog in a much larger wheel: remember, fools like Fishpaste do what they do because have nothing else to do. So let him do his thing, all day - every day. And all night, every night. For free. Free as in: no money down today, none later, but full expectations regarding scrubbing out Roundy's toilet bowl of a site.
Australians have always had this big problem with self esteem. Between the giant rats hopping around the place and the myxomatosis of all those billions of wild rabbits, they look at the desolation they're surrounded by and it suddenly becomes clear to them how tiny a life these is down under. Between Men At Work (
cheap second hand rip-offs a specialty) Rolf Harris (pedophile) Mick Hutchence (
hung himself trying to get an orgasm) and the lunatic old-age pensioners in AC/DC, there's fuck all else to do but look to the western hemisphere for a function in life.
So Fishballs works for a fat Irishman over in Boston, driving his little van around the car parks and delivery bays of downtown Dedham, the dumpster site of the entire planet. Five members, three of which are active every day (
this includes Zippy the bush wankaroo) and three of which are also mods. More mods than members, in other words.
So why bother with them? They booted you out specifically because you help views almost all of which were the opposite of theirs. So rather than argue both sides fairly, they instead ganged up on you, plotted against you, then removed you. And then what?
Well, and then what you see is a massive drop-off in the daily post count.
If your victory is anywhere, then that's exactly where it is.
Without you, there's nothing left to argue about. So they all turn back the pages to the opening posts and read them through. When they're finished, they do the same on the Isle: go to the OP, then read the whole thing in its entirety, then go to bed. Nothing happens. Nothing's happening right now, and nothing happened last night. If you check in by tea-time in Ireland, nothing will continue to happen until past bedtime.
They can of course fill in a few hours watching Roundy's videos of car parks and street lights, but that's not very entertaining, now is it?
And that he has "won". Which says a lot for what he has going on in his life if this is that important to him.
Sort of: to me it reads like: 'I'm from down under. I live in a desert. My nearest neighbour is two-hundred and fifty-nine kilometers from here. I drive into the town once a month for supplies: sacks of potatoes, beer, sacks of carrots, beers, buckets of water, buckets of Foster's, lots of cigarettes, beer, and pornographic magazines, beer, lube, lager, cheap whiskey, hemorrhoid cream for his arse, and a multi-pack of bullets to fend off the kangaroos.
So now you have to consider Declan's position on all this Fishgunk business: he sold Irish posters out in favour of Australian posters.
What more do you need to understand that he has zero credibility?
He sold you out, an Irishman with a long history of posting across many sites.
For a kangaroo-fucker living in the middle of nowhere.
I think I was the one poster he couldnt beat, on top of him being entirely wrong with every prediction he made on Ukraine.
Well, he did take time out to serve his few months in prison.
Now he's back, society has forgiven him, he did his time, and the child he raped is in far better health than ever.
He banned me before I had a chance to to crow about it.
Nah - watching HIM crow about is much more fun. The more he goads you, the weaker Declan's position. The more he claims a victory over you, the more foolish Declan appears. The harder he digs his heels in, the more stupid the site looks. He's a sell-out, Roundy Kelly: I told you that years ago, long before I doxxed the cunt and forced him to come out of the closet.
So the man formerly know as 'YoungDan' turned out to be an aul fella in his middle to late sixties, claiming to be rich, to be powerful, to have piles of silver in his attic/garage. In reality? A small and rotund little culchie with big red ears and cheeks, vile hands and fingers, a nose covered in blotches from shaving the hair off, corpulent, massively overweight, unhealthy, ignorant, fat, fairly poor, and without anything otherwise going on his life bar daily van driving and killing time.
You're better off without him.
I never had sock puppets on Arsefields but Im going to give him something to be actually paranoid about now by creating a bunch of users on it. He cant ban them all.
Good plan: try not to attract too much attention to my long-term lurking account over there: that's where I get all my information.
Not one of them has spotted it though - which is mad given they're all mods and they all have access to the full list of members and their IP addresses.
An even better one was last year when Pish went down, Godsdog went deep undercover and chose the exact right moment to give me access to the private threads about me, in both real life and online, about the Isle, about David, Jambo, you, and loads more. I was in there for a few weeks before I blew myself up and instigated another lurking account - the same one I'm using today.
They're not every bright, and that's mostly down to them all feeling fairly smug about things.
It's truly amazing how loose these losers are.
Every one of them sponging off the wife and kids to keep their accounts open and their days and nights free for agreeing with each other about everything. Then they fold their arms across their chests and nod to each other about how '
nothing needs be said, I feel you, Bro...'
Why bother with them?
You can pea-shoot them from here, and it'll drive them nuts - try it.
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