what's with all the clowns ?

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T.V. said:
This doesn’t make any sense. You don’t see that? Changing the word changes the rule AS IT IS UNDERSTOOD. Sure, maybe you intended the rule to mean something it didn’t. And after the conversation, you realized in order for the rule to mean what you intended, it needed to be altered. But if membership is operating under the assumption the rule is intended as written, they don’t know they have no recourse.

You should have enforced the rule as written, then changes the wording to reflect what you originally intended.
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Now we're getting somewhere bro'.

Firstly, I edited my post 'cause "automatically" should have read "accurately". It it did make sense but only after I corrected the auto-correct "error". You quoted it moments before I did that.

Yes, you're right about everything else, but it's all based on the assumption that for the past 18 months the rule was written; it was not. It was only a quick-fire, inaccurate addition a few days before you pointed out the inaccuracy to me.

So yeah, rule inaccurately-expressed for a few days? Guilty 100%. IMHO nobody should lose any sleep over it 'though. I'm human so I make mistakes. You pointed it out to me and I jumped onto it.

Again, thank you for reading (said this in the TLDR post too in case you missed it). Thank you also for pointing me to the use of the word "express". Had you not, I'm bettin' most peeps would have interpreted it as just fancy language to say "permission".

What you could do (optional) is acknowledge that you accused me of running OTC in a manner that ignored my own publicly-visible rule. Neat trick if anyone could pull that off seeing as it wasn't even written down these past 18 months (I started in September 2021).
 
T.V. said:
You changed the rule after you received a complaint. Adding the word “express” changed the rule. There is no way to spin it. That is what happened.
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That's not how it went down. He said he was sorry and it was an honest mistake. He has a reputation here of being honest and fair. He also asked you not to argue with him about it any further. I'd be super careful at this point. MM is super patient. To a point. Peace. :2thumbsup:
 
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TV walks into a bar he's never been to and proceeds to argue with the Bartender about the cost of the free drinks, the music being too loud, and crowd being far too rowdy. He orders a lemon water with napkin, doesn't tip, asks for the wifi password, and sets up shop as if he's the fortune teller machine. Unfortunately, he's at a rowdy bar where he gets puked and pissed on more than anything.

"Shut up you faery suzy brit cigar," one patron exclaims in his direction. What's this?! A note left at his feet? He proceeds to unfold: "Ur the 50s way of calling someone joyful!" Face so red it's hard to tell blushing from anger. Could they have discovered a secret only dark to him? He turns his paranoid animosity and blame to the waitress as deaf ears fall upon his pleas. "Order something or shut the fuck up," she interrupts before he could finish his circular victimization rant.

"I'm so popular here" he says to himself after the first woman he's talked to in years told him to shut the fuck up. "My stuffed animal collection never responds to me like this" he thinks to himself. "Waitress, I'll have a shirley temple with TWO of your least ripened cherries," holding up his gout ridden fingers to drive the point. "I've won" he mumbles to himself. "I'm basically an astronaut now. I deserve a bluecheck at this bar."
 
Funk'n Metal said:
TV walks into a bar he's never been to and proceeds to argue with the Bartender about the cost of the free drinks, the music being too loud, and crowd being far too rowdy. He orders a lemon water with napkin, doesn't tip, asks for the wifi password, and sets up shop as if he's the fortune teller machine. Unfortunately, he's at a rowdy bar where he gets puked and pissed on more than anything.

"Shut up you faery suzy brit cigar," one patron exclaims in his direction. What's this?! A note left at his feet? He proceeds to unfold: "Ur the 50s way of calling someone joyful!" Face so red it's hard to tell blushing from anger. Could they have discovered a secret only dark to him? He turns his paranoid animosity and blame to the waitress as deaf ears fall upon his pleas. "Order something or shut the fuck up," she interrupts before he could finish his circular victimization rant.

"I'm so popular here" he says to himself after the first woman he's talked to in years told him to shut the fuck up. "My stuffed animal collection never responds to me like this" he thinks to himself. "Waitress, I'll have a shirley temple with TWO of your least ripened cherries," holding up his gout ridden fingers to drive the point. "I've won" he mumbles to himself. "I'm basically an astronaut now. I deserve a bluecheck at this bar."
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Funk'n Metal said:
TV walks into a bar he's never been to and proceeds to argue with the Bartender about the cost of the free drinks, the music being too loud, and crowd being far too rowdy. He orders a lemon water with napkin, doesn't tip, asks for the wifi password, and sets up shop as if he's the fortune teller machine. Unfortunately, he's at a rowdy bar where he gets puked and pissed on more than anything.

"Shut up you faery suzy brit cigar," one patron exclaims in his direction. What's this?! A note left at his feet? He proceeds to unfold: "Ur the 50s way of calling someone joyful!" Face so red it's hard to tell blushing from anger. Could they have discovered a secret only dark to him? He turns his paranoid animosity and blame to the waitress as deaf ears fall upon his pleas. "Order something or shut the fuck up," she interrupts before he could finish his circular victimization rant.

"I'm so popular here" he says to himself after the first woman he's talked to in years told him to shut the fuck up. "My stuffed animal collection never responds to me like this" he thinks to himself. "Waitress, I'll have a shirley temple with TWO of your least ripened cherries," holding up his gout ridden fingers to drive the point. "I've won" he mumbles to himself. "I'm basically an astronaut now. I deserve a bluecheck at this bar."
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Monkey Man said:
Now we're getting somewhere bro'.

Firstly, I edited my post 'cause "automatically" should have read "accurately". It it did make sense but only after I corrected the auto-correct "error". You quoted it moments before I did that.

Yes, you're right about everything else, but it's all based on the assumption that for the past 18 months the rule was written; it was not. It was only a quick-fire, inaccurate addition a few days before you pointed out the inaccuracy to me.

So yeah, rule inaccurately-expressed for a few days? Guilty 100%. IMHO nobody should lose any sleep over it 'though. I'm human so I make mistakes. You pointed it out to me and I jumped onto it.

Again, thank you for reading (said this in the TLDR post too in case you missed it). Thank you also for pointing me to the use of the word "express". Had you not, I'm bettin' most peeps would have interpreted it as just fancy language to say "permission".

What you could do (optional) is acknowledge that you accused me of running OTC in a manner that ignored my own publicly-visible rule. Neat trick if anyone could pull that off seeing as it wasn't even written down these past 18 months (I started in September 2021).
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The rule was written. He complained the rule had been violated and an offense’s perpetrated against him. You referred him to the rule. You literally posted a link. I read the rule. You were incorrect about what the rule stated. It favored his claim, as written. I pointed that out. You changed the wording of the rule so it favored those committing the offense. You should have enforced the rule, as written, and let him make deletions or adjustments to any posts he needed to.
 
Funk'n Metal said:
TV walks into a bar he's never been to and proceeds to argue with the Bartender about the cost of the free drinks, the music being too loud, and crowd being far too rowdy. He orders a lemon water with napkin, doesn't tip, asks for the wifi password, and sets up shop as if he's the fortune teller machine. Unfortunately, he's at a rowdy bar where he gets puked and pissed on more than anything.

"Shut up you faery suzy brit cigar," one patron exclaims in his direction. What's this?! A note left at his feet? He proceeds to unfold: "Ur the 50s way of calling someone joyful!" Face so red it's hard to tell blushing from anger. Could they have discovered a secret only dark to him? He turns his paranoid animosity and blame to the waitress as deaf ears fall upon his pleas. "Order something or shut the fuck up," she interrupts before he could finish his circular victimization rant.

"I'm so popular here" he says to himself after the first woman he's talked to in years told him to shut the fuck up. "My stuffed animal collection never responds to me like this" he thinks to himself. "Waitress, I'll have a shirley temple with TWO of your least ripened cherries," holding up his gout ridden fingers to drive the point. "I've won" he mumbles to himself. "I'm basically an astronaut now. I deserve a bluecheck at this bar."
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I LOVE this story! I can't wait for the next chapter! :D
 
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