They called his home at night and threatened his wife.
They called a former inmate w/ the same sort of threatening phone calls.
They threatened the academic and military career of another kid just for talking about taking pictures of the campus.
On this planet, that's considered taking a prank a bit too far. What color is the sky in your world?
Just go ahead and admit it. You think people who don't buy into your Program deserve to be so abused.
What happened to Suzanne is that she harrased these guys online, poking around for information. One of them actually got served. You'll find the consent order around here somewhere. Then she gloated about it and then denied it all.
So, and here's the crucial aspect of the whole thing. I
asked her permission to prove it out by tying her anon posts to her username. She gave me permission to do that, very publicly.
Know the funny part? I think I figured out where she missed the jist of the conversation. This, of course, is just a guess. But I know this culture so well, I think it's a fairly educated guess. I think when I said this:
On 2006-01-17 20:01:00, Antigen wrote:
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On 2006-01-17 19:09:00, Anonymous wrote:
Please do not lump me into some sort catagory of evil doers, because, Ginger, you are quite mistaken about me, in more ways than one. And yes, this is SHH.
Ok, well I could be biased and just not remembering details too clearly. We could clear this up right quick, though. I could just assign all of your anonymous posts to SHH. Is it alright with you if I do that?
She read "I know who you are and I could tell everybody and really embarrass you and I want you to be really, really afraid" cause that's what she would mean if she said it.
Notice that it wasn't anyone but Suzanne who gave away her identity. And it's just rediculous to get all bent out of shape about it. Just a short while ago, I got curious and looked over Classmates.com for my graduating class. I found a couple of people, too. Know what they said? They said things along the lines of "Oh hey, how ya been! Man, that school sucked, but how the hell are ya? Oh, I heard from Bill Drennon, remember him? How could anyone forget! Here's his email addy in case you want to drop a line."
Not one person who posted to that site ever said "No, uh uh, wasn't me, no you don't know me, I don't know you, I don't know anything, except your name, age, shit your family talked on you, your, why you got fired, what you ate, how much time you had in the toilet..."
Conversations like that, for some damned reason, just don't seem to occure when we're talking about your typically strict academic institution; even an Orthodoxed Presby one such as I attended.
Oh, and not to brag or anything, that little school was a damned good school. The entire k-12 student body was usually somewhere around 400, including virtually all of the facultie's kids and the children of officers and decons of two churches. And yet, somehow, on their shoestring budget and limited personnel resources, they managed to provide my sister an education that earned her the Bosch & Lomb Science award, among many others, and half scholarship (non legacy) to Harvard. Now, how'd they do that?
I wish I could have hung around and graduated instead of getting "helped" by the struggling parents industry.
WHEN SPIDERS UNITE, THEY CAN TIE DOWN A LION
-- Ethiopian Proverb
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