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They claim they don't, but they do, wonder why their are so many trolls, crapflooders and lamers on slashdot, because they are fighting for their rights! Slashdot is trying to silence the trolls. Remove the filters, the trolls get bored, and slashdot will be troll free!
The "troll" moderation reason is fragmented and broken, why? Because they are trying to use an obsolete usenet term on a realtime discussion, "trolls" can cover a huge blanket of ideas.
Subnet banning, this bans a user unless they email jamie macarthy with their mp5ed ipids. This is unfair, and banning a subnet BLOCKS A WHOLE ISP SOMETIMES, and not that individual user! This can cause chaos! But real trolls use annoymous proxys to get around this so THIS JUST BANS LEGITMATE USERS! Also, they are trying to censor some anoymous proxies, mainly from countrys like africa, so this yet more DISCRIMINATION!
Pink page of Death, This censors people who use legitmate proxys or firewalls.
The Bitchslap! An unethical punishment which is applied to moderators who fight censorship against this site! In addition the Editors use their un-limited mod points to create a communist style censored discussion on slashdot!
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Big Tex was the prize bull on Mr. Tucker's ranch, having won the
blue ribbon at many a state fairground. He was a incredibly large hunk
of rippling muscle that would have sent even the most fearless rodeo
cowboys running in fear. Mr. Tucker made sure that Big Tex sired many
calves on his ranch, and kept hoping for more prize cattle. But none
matched Big Tex's power, appearance, or assertive nature. Yes, he was
the king of the ranch.
Unknown to Mr. Tucker, though, Big Tex also possessed a very keen
mind. Big Tex knew that he was something special...the stud of the
cattle...and used his reputation to have his way with any cow he came
across, often brutally forcing his way upon the female beasts.
One day, while maneuvering his massive, dark brown bovine body
across a field at the ranch, Big Tex noticed an especially alluring cow
named Sue Bell chewing her cud seductively beside a tree.
"I've never conquered Sue Bell," Big Tex thought to himself, as
his pace quickened in the direction of the tree.
Sue Bell, raising her large eyes toward the oncoming and excited
bull, immediately turned and began to march away.
"She can't escape me that easily," Big Tex thought, as he closed
the distance in a steady gallop, her reddish coloring making him all the
more aggressive.
Big Tex finally reached Sue Bell and rared up on his hind legs onto
her back, prepared to make the frightened cow his latest in a long line
of conquests.
Suddenly... all went black for an instant, and Big Tex found
himself lying down in a pile of hay in a barn. Looking around, he did
not recognize his surroundings.
"What happened? This place doesn't look familiar," he thought as he
gazed around.
Climbing to his feet, Big Tex realized that his body felt wrong.
He was shorter than normal, and he could see that his body was now milky
white with at least one black spot on one of his legs.
His legs! His legs were now much less muscular, and he felt
generally weaker all over.
He was shocked and involuntarily let out a loud "Moo".
"What's wrong with my voice! It's never sounded so high pitched
and delicate."
All of a sudden Big Tex felt an unfamiliar movement just below his
belly.
"Udders!!!I have udders!!!" his mind screamed in revulsion.
Spying an old mirror laying against a wall of the barn, Big Tex
trotted over, noticing a strange sway in his rear parts as he walked.
He also noticed that something seemed to be missing from between
his hind legs.
"It can't be missing!" he thought in horror. "What I think has
happened, couldn't have happened!"
Big Tex reached the mirror and almost regurgitated some cud when he
saw the image reflected back at him. A cow! A VERY female cow was
staring back at him.
She/he had long lashes highlighting big delicate eyes. He could
see the large mammary sack hanging underneath him with the very obvious
udders poking downward. And, of course, the very heart and soul of the
prized bull was missing, replaced by the very female part of the cow
anatomy that he coveted so much. But he didn't covet it in this way!
"I can't be a cow," he thought. "I'm a bull! I've got to change
back somehow."
Just then a large man walked into the barn carrying a bucket. He
was obviously a farmhand. He grabbed a stool from the corner and pulled
it up next to Big Tex in his sleak new cow body.
"Oh no!" Big Tex thought. "I know what he has in mind, and I can't
go through with it."
The bull/cow started to lunge away, which angered the man, who
proceeded to steer Big Tex into a cramped stall.
"In my other male body I could have gotten away from him, but not
in this weak carcass," Big Tex thought.
The man placed the bucket under Big Tex.
"Here it comes," the new cow tensed.
The man grabbed the udders and began pulling on them. Big Tex was
surprised by the sensation as his udders stiffened under the caress of
the man's hand.
"Hey, this feels kind of good," Big Tex thought. The sound of the
warm milk hitting the metal bucket made the experience even more
pleasant for Big Tex.
"Maybe I could live like this, for awhile at least."
Six months later, Big Tex found that he did enjoy being "one of the
cows" as they huddled together in the fields munching grass. He also
found that he liked the attention he received from the bulls, and
realized that cows enjoy mating much more than bulls, something he would
have never dreamed.
Finally, Big Tex found himself to be the proud mother of a strong
young calf, possibly the future stud of the ranch.
He could not imagine ever going back to being a bull.
Life was udderly delightful!
Taco's Mom: BUTT SEX ME!!!
TrolleyMcGook: Damn bitch, you're retarded.
TrolleyMcGook: My English is better than yours and my name is McGook.
Taco's Mom: I'm so horny and my fingers are so wet that I'm having trouble typing.
TrolleyMcGook: Slippery from vagina gunk or the two dozen chicken wings you've eaten since your last snack an hour ago?
Taco's Mom: BUTT SEX ME!! TrolleyMcGook: Man, it's just like DMX (D to the M to the X) said, "All these bitches want is my huge black cock up in their shitters."
Taco's Mom: BUTT SEX!! BUTT SEX!! BUTSEX!!
TrolleyMcGook: Listen bitch, enough of your nonsense. I need you to pass a message to your son for me.
Taco's Mom: If I do it, will you butt sex me?
TrolleyMcGook: I'll consider breaking my foot off in yo ass.
Taco's Mom: Alright, what's the message?
TrolleyMcGook: Linux Sucks!!! Ha Ha Ha!
Taco's Mom: Now butt sex me??
TrolleyMcGook: Fuck no. You've got AIDS.
TrolleyMcGook: See you later bitch
Taco's Mom: BUTT SEX BUTT SEX BUTTUS EXSEXEWSEX BUTUT SEX!!!!!
Taco's Mom: I NEED AHUGE COCK IN MY SSASSHOLE!!!!X!!!!!
Taco's Mom: COME ON BIG BOYYYY!!!!!!!!
TrolleyMcGook signed off at 10:09:37 PM.
It brings new meaning to an ACK FLOOD.
Imagine a beowolf cluster of...
*ducks and runs*
I don't know bout you, but I don't want my credit
card folded
IBM out-spin Microsoft!
COMPANY = "Deep Fried Plastic Inc."
DEVICE = "rotary fish peeler"
FUNCTION = "fish peeling"
"Deep Fried Plastic Inc. has connected rotary fish peeler to the Internet meaning that fish peeling can be performed remotely. This is going to revolutionise the way rotary fish peeler is used."
Hey, this could work. Patent the business method, quickly!
And we'll all finally be able to wash those hot grits out of our pants.
Hokey statistics and ancient misconceptions are no match for a good thought in your head, kid!