jumpy
01-10-07, 08:21 AM
More of an open observation than a complaint really, but take it how you will-
Religion (or rather the discussion of): should we ban it from subsim.com? :roll:
How often has this one been bandied about?
It seems there is a surfeit of moderating going on here just recently, regarding the posting by certain members about religion.
Now being a heathen infidel non-believer myself (I'd even go as far as to say that being a godless blasphemer is an integral part of my life :lol: ) I don't really care either way and regardless of the specific content I can appreciate the humour and tongue-in-cheek cut & pasting, which while it can be poking fun at the happy clappers, is hardly anything that a person who is secure in their faith should feel themselves rocked to the very core of their belief by mild satire. Indeed, to me, there is a certain train of thought which says if you cant have a little laugh at yourself or others then you have a problem.
Since when is having a bit of fun albeit at the expense of others (ain't that what most of us have been doing with our topics on saddam/iraq, STEEDS council etc etc) been such a problem here? *puts on serious hat*
From a certain point of view it could look like it's ok for someone to tell me I'm going to hell for being a filthy unbeliever or that by implication through posting something irreverent or from an unusual and not entirely unbiased source, that an individual is somehow lacking in intelligence, but it's not ok for a fictional account of how one of the greatest logical minds of our history has a little chat with a carpenters son about the merits of logic and absolutes and how they can illustrate the gap between faith and reason, in an innocuously trivial sort of way.
Am I and others to take it that this is now recognised as baiting the worthy and as such is subject to thread locking and removal of what is essentially harmless? Or are people loosing the 'feely' from 'touchy-feely' at subsim...:-? Should we re designate General Topics to 'Informative Statements Only' that way we can all be sure that we will not be exposed to discourse contrary to our opinions or that might be exposed as antagonism. Also perhaps we should all be issued with an approved list of speaking topics for the sake of this.
It feels to me that some folk here get moderated for quite unremarkable posts, whilst others have free reign to insult and belittle and make snide implied personal comments concerning the integrity and intelligence of their forum peers with impunity.
I can't help but think some things are not as they once were around here.
Now for some honest trolling :D :
The Billy Goats Gruff
Once upon a time there were three billy goats called Gruff. In the winter they lived in a barn in the valleyspring came they , but when the longed to travel up to the mountains to eat the lush sweet grass.
On their way to the mountains the three Billy Goats Gruff had to cross a rushing river. But there was only one bridge across it, made of wooden planks. And underneath the bridge there lived a terrible, ugly, one-eyed troll.
Nobody was allowed to cross the bridge without the troll’s permission - and nobody ever got permission. He always ate them up.
The smallest Billy Goat Gruff was first to reach the bridge. Trippity-trop, trippity-trop went his little hooves as he trotted over the wooden planks. Ting-tang, ting-tang went the little bell round his neck.
"Who’s that trotting over my bridge?" growled the troll from under the planks.
"Billy Goat Gruff," squeaked the smallest goat in his little voice. "I’m only going up to the mountain to eat the sweet spring grass."
"Oh no, you’re not!" said the troll. "I’m going to eat you for breakfast!"
"Oh no, please Mr Troll," pleaded the goat. "I’m only the smallest Billy Goat Gruff. I’m much too tiny for you to eat, and I wouldn’t taste very good. Why don’t you wait for my brother, the second Billy Goat Gruff? He’s much bigger than me and would be much more tasty."
The troll did not want to waste his time on a little goat if there was a bigger and better one to eat. "All right, you can cross my bridge," he grunted. "Go and get fatter on the mountain and I’ll eat you on your way back!"
So the smallest Billy Goat Gruff skipped across to the other side.
The troll did not have to wait long for the second Billy Goat Gruff. Clip-clop, clip-clop went his hooves as he clattered over the wooden planks. Ding-dong, ding-dong went the bell around his neck.
"Who’s that clattering across my bridge?" screamed the troll, suddenly appearing from under the planks.
"Billy Goat Gruff," said the second goat in his middle-sized voice. "I’m going up to the mountain to eat the lovely spring grass."
"Oh no you’re not!" said the troll. "I’m going to eat you for breakfast."
"Oh, no, please," said the second goat. "I may be bigger than the first Billy Goat Gruff, but I’m much smaller than my brother, the third Billy Goat Gruff. Why don’t you wait for him? He would be much more of a meal than me."
The troll was getting very hungry, but he did not want to waste his appetite on a middle-sized goat if there was an even bigger one to come. "All right, you can cross my bridge," he rumbled. "Go and get fatter on the mountain and I’ll eat you on your way back!"
So the middle-sized Billy Goat Gruff scampered across to the other side.
The troll did not have to wait long for the third Billy Goat Gruff. Tromp-tramp, tromp-tramp went his hooves as he stomped across the wooden planks. Bong-bang, bong-bang went the big bell round his neck.
"Who’s that stomping over my bridge?" roared the troll, resting his chin on his hands.
"Billy Goat Gruff," said the third goat in a deep voice. "I’m going up to the mountain to eat the lush spring grass."
"Oh no you’re not," said the troll as he clambered up on to the bridge. "I’m going to eat you for breakfast!"
"That’s what you think," said the biggest Billy Goat Gruff. Then he lowered his horns, galloped along the bridge and butted the ugly troll. Up, up, up went the troll into the air... then down, down, down into the rushing river below. He disappeared below the swirling waters, and was drowned.
"So much for his breakfast," thought the biggest Billy Goat Gruff. "Now what about mine!" And he walked in triumph over the bridge to join his two brothers on the mountain pastures. From then on anyone could cross the bridge whenever they liked - thanks to the three Billy Goats Gruff.
Religion (or rather the discussion of): should we ban it from subsim.com? :roll:
How often has this one been bandied about?
It seems there is a surfeit of moderating going on here just recently, regarding the posting by certain members about religion.
Now being a heathen infidel non-believer myself (I'd even go as far as to say that being a godless blasphemer is an integral part of my life :lol: ) I don't really care either way and regardless of the specific content I can appreciate the humour and tongue-in-cheek cut & pasting, which while it can be poking fun at the happy clappers, is hardly anything that a person who is secure in their faith should feel themselves rocked to the very core of their belief by mild satire. Indeed, to me, there is a certain train of thought which says if you cant have a little laugh at yourself or others then you have a problem.
Since when is having a bit of fun albeit at the expense of others (ain't that what most of us have been doing with our topics on saddam/iraq, STEEDS council etc etc) been such a problem here? *puts on serious hat*
From a certain point of view it could look like it's ok for someone to tell me I'm going to hell for being a filthy unbeliever or that by implication through posting something irreverent or from an unusual and not entirely unbiased source, that an individual is somehow lacking in intelligence, but it's not ok for a fictional account of how one of the greatest logical minds of our history has a little chat with a carpenters son about the merits of logic and absolutes and how they can illustrate the gap between faith and reason, in an innocuously trivial sort of way.
Am I and others to take it that this is now recognised as baiting the worthy and as such is subject to thread locking and removal of what is essentially harmless? Or are people loosing the 'feely' from 'touchy-feely' at subsim...:-? Should we re designate General Topics to 'Informative Statements Only' that way we can all be sure that we will not be exposed to discourse contrary to our opinions or that might be exposed as antagonism. Also perhaps we should all be issued with an approved list of speaking topics for the sake of this.
It feels to me that some folk here get moderated for quite unremarkable posts, whilst others have free reign to insult and belittle and make snide implied personal comments concerning the integrity and intelligence of their forum peers with impunity.
I can't help but think some things are not as they once were around here.
Now for some honest trolling :D :
The Billy Goats Gruff
Once upon a time there were three billy goats called Gruff. In the winter they lived in a barn in the valleyspring came they , but when the longed to travel up to the mountains to eat the lush sweet grass.
On their way to the mountains the three Billy Goats Gruff had to cross a rushing river. But there was only one bridge across it, made of wooden planks. And underneath the bridge there lived a terrible, ugly, one-eyed troll.
Nobody was allowed to cross the bridge without the troll’s permission - and nobody ever got permission. He always ate them up.
The smallest Billy Goat Gruff was first to reach the bridge. Trippity-trop, trippity-trop went his little hooves as he trotted over the wooden planks. Ting-tang, ting-tang went the little bell round his neck.
"Who’s that trotting over my bridge?" growled the troll from under the planks.
"Billy Goat Gruff," squeaked the smallest goat in his little voice. "I’m only going up to the mountain to eat the sweet spring grass."
"Oh no, you’re not!" said the troll. "I’m going to eat you for breakfast!"
"Oh no, please Mr Troll," pleaded the goat. "I’m only the smallest Billy Goat Gruff. I’m much too tiny for you to eat, and I wouldn’t taste very good. Why don’t you wait for my brother, the second Billy Goat Gruff? He’s much bigger than me and would be much more tasty."
The troll did not want to waste his time on a little goat if there was a bigger and better one to eat. "All right, you can cross my bridge," he grunted. "Go and get fatter on the mountain and I’ll eat you on your way back!"
So the smallest Billy Goat Gruff skipped across to the other side.
The troll did not have to wait long for the second Billy Goat Gruff. Clip-clop, clip-clop went his hooves as he clattered over the wooden planks. Ding-dong, ding-dong went the bell around his neck.
"Who’s that clattering across my bridge?" screamed the troll, suddenly appearing from under the planks.
"Billy Goat Gruff," said the second goat in his middle-sized voice. "I’m going up to the mountain to eat the lovely spring grass."
"Oh no you’re not!" said the troll. "I’m going to eat you for breakfast."
"Oh, no, please," said the second goat. "I may be bigger than the first Billy Goat Gruff, but I’m much smaller than my brother, the third Billy Goat Gruff. Why don’t you wait for him? He would be much more of a meal than me."
The troll was getting very hungry, but he did not want to waste his appetite on a middle-sized goat if there was an even bigger one to come. "All right, you can cross my bridge," he rumbled. "Go and get fatter on the mountain and I’ll eat you on your way back!"
So the middle-sized Billy Goat Gruff scampered across to the other side.
The troll did not have to wait long for the third Billy Goat Gruff. Tromp-tramp, tromp-tramp went his hooves as he stomped across the wooden planks. Bong-bang, bong-bang went the big bell round his neck.
"Who’s that stomping over my bridge?" roared the troll, resting his chin on his hands.
"Billy Goat Gruff," said the third goat in a deep voice. "I’m going up to the mountain to eat the lush spring grass."
"Oh no you’re not," said the troll as he clambered up on to the bridge. "I’m going to eat you for breakfast!"
"That’s what you think," said the biggest Billy Goat Gruff. Then he lowered his horns, galloped along the bridge and butted the ugly troll. Up, up, up went the troll into the air... then down, down, down into the rushing river below. He disappeared below the swirling waters, and was drowned.
"So much for his breakfast," thought the biggest Billy Goat Gruff. "Now what about mine!" And he walked in triumph over the bridge to join his two brothers on the mountain pastures. From then on anyone could cross the bridge whenever they liked - thanks to the three Billy Goats Gruff.