Fear of threaded discourse

[Abrahm]

Tracking back. Harkening back. Wishing that "all that" has been forgotten 
and you have clean "grounds" (new sheeple) to render your evil on.

Why do you "people" always end up making me cry?

I remember. I remember, you say, "loss", so hot tears stream down and 
seer my face. I am to believe that no one else can fathom, my little 
quips? I grant no one any slack, because that is the realm of evil. OK, 
that is too far, but as a basis for institution, it is what it is, and I 
know what is is. Nevermind. I am only one, but you are many, so you win. 
Not by default, but by "law".

"Law" is one thing if it is a personal wanking (read, patter your own 
pud, fine, and that DOESN"T mean your proximity, it means ONLY you), you 
take your wanking and impose that upon others, you got a big problem.