While I waited for your response, I spent time reading about fetal alcohol syndrome kids and what they're like as adults to prepare myself to understand the depths of stupidity you're about to unleash.
Don't worry, I'm sure you mom didn't mean to swallow the aftershave; it's not your fault.
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Well, I'm feeling magnanimous so I won't accuse you of being unfunny. Actually you are quite entertaining. Not funny in the Rowan Atkinson / Blackadder "swift repartee" kind of way but funny in a Rowan Atkinson /Mr. Bean kind of way, where we can all laugh at the blithering idiot trying to muddle his way through an argument.
Oh my shit, Mr. Bean and Black Adder? THAT's the standard of funny you judge things by? CBC afternoon comedy? Fuck, do you have tickets to a Ron White comedy special you can't afford to miss?
And Black Adder is more lame 80's stuff. Come on man, I know you're the super manager at a pool supply store, but can't you find the time to accidentally bump into an Entertainment Weekly or something?
Have you tried tweeting the internet yet?
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And to continue with the British humour motif, this little gem would be akin to the Black Knight writhing, blood spouting from severed limbs claiming to Monty Python's King Arthur that "it's just a flesh wound." In the immortal words of King Arthur: "What' re you going to do, bleed on me?
Now Monty Python quote-mining? Look, this screams totally unfunny nerd. If it weren't for the fact that this is evidence of you
trying to be funny, it may have held some ironic charm.
But much like respect, a university degree, youth and the touch of a woman that doesn't take cash payments, a funny original joke is something you'll never know.
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Well, the fact that I like Dire Straits should give you some indication of my general level of hipness.
Aaaaaaand that's where you should bow out. Just quit trying. You haven't succeeded once.
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To ham-fisted censors, I don't imagine context does matter at all. The word is the word and that's all there is to it. "All or nothing." "Rocky Mountain High" by that most nefarious of songwriters John Denver was banned. "Is he talking about getting high? Ban it!" The fact that Denver was singing about the natural euphoria the Rockies induced was immaterial. That was just context.
Irrelevant. How does the context of the song Money or Nothing act to save it from editing vis a vis the other zillion songs edited for content?
Do we have an answer? No? No answer? Not even a fart?
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In the specific case of this song, I'm surprised you'd have to ask the question. Just read one of the many of major newspaper editorials, one of the dozens of interviews, one of the hundreds of blogs, written on the subject all commenting on the context of this song. Clearly it matters, and for you to suggest otherwise is just being deliberately.
Thank you for shifting the burden of defending your position to others who may actually do a competent job. The problem is that I asked
you to substantiate how context would save this song.
The fact that you haven't yet suggests to me that I've needle a pretty raw nerve in the vein that you don't know a bloody answer. So you obfuscate, dodge and otherwise pretend you haven't been battered worse than a blind toddler crossing a busy freeway.
You don't know why this song, to the exclusion of others, should be saved.
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There's several dozen more. So, now that there's a smoking mushroom cloud where that argument used to be, can we move on?
No. What is YOUR answer?
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And again, rather than rehash an argument that I've made already
Where? Where was this argument hashed in the first place? In this thread? Was it hidden behind one of your pathetic pictures? Are you sure you're thinking that you made an argument instead of going public with your purple-ass fetish?
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I'll refer to one of the dozens of fine editorials written on the matter discussing this issue precisely. But your assertion that context should not be considered is telling.
Oh you witless retard. If you're so goddamn stupid that you honestly believe you can salvage yourself by pointing to what others have written as a stand-in for your own lack of intellectual prowess, you're hopeless.
Also, much like examples of my hypocrisy, can you point out where I said context should not be considered?
I predict you won't. My flux-capacitor is acting up again.
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No, my alleged hypocrisy doesn't matter in this case for a couple of reasons.
It's not alleged. You introduced Walt Whitman to acknowledge that you are indeed hypocritical. Do you see why I have to keep you on a short leash?
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First of all, it's a rather lame attempt to turn a discussion on the issue into a attack on me and my hypocrisy.
No, it's an additional flaw of yours that I can expose. Do you remember the Gary Roberts point? You can grind in the corners AND put the puck in the net. It doesn't have to be one or the other there Pool Supply Store Manager of the Month!
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Secondly, because this is your typical modus operandi: go on and on for pages and then winnow through them rather like a purple-assed baboon grooming its mate for fleas to find some paltry clue of a contradiction somewhere and then pounce on it with a particularly vicious screech.
Oh, with you, it's not winnowing for fleas. You're like the Ratman on Hoarders. Your ratty mistakes are just writhing all over the place, they're impossible to miss and they cause disease.
But, your characterization aside, yes, I do read your posts thoroughly. Is this something you don't want done? Do you type fluff that's supposed to fill volumes only to be ignored?
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I wasn't "chastising others for [their] behaviour"; this is a critical matter you fail to understand. I was putting forth my argument on the issue at hand. However, like an territorially threatened baboon you assumed this was some kind of attack on you personally and responded with the aforementioned screeching and feces-flinging.
Oh you witless diaper shitting retard. You wrote:
Unfortunately, you didn't bother reading the actual decision by the CBSC and simply assumed I hadn't either. Bad assumption. RESULT: Hoisted by your own petard. The panel stated explicitly that they did not consider context. Game, set and match.You're chastising me when you say "hoisted by your own petard" because of an assumption you assumed I made. And your assumption was groundless and wrong!
Hurry, put up a picture of KITT!
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I said (correctly) that imagining a country with no censorship was an "all or nothing" argument. I said "Unless you produce saccharine lyrics that will offend not one in 30 million people, don't expect your song to be played on the radio in Canada." You said this was my own all or nothing argument. Perhaps you'd have a case, if it weren't for the fact that this is precisely what happened in this instance: one person out of thirty million complained and the original song was banned.
Let's look at the bolded portions of your latest mushfest.
The first is you acknowledging merit in what I was saying. That must have been hard for you and you must have furrowed your slopey brow a whole bunch before conceding at least that much.
Secondly.
The song hasn't been banned! What part of that don't you get? It's a fundamental fucking fact of this whole discussion yet you repeatedly misconstrue it to amplify a crumbling point you only wish you could make!
Tattoo this on your big anvil-like forehead. MONEY FOR NOTHING IS NOT BANNED.
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Now apologies for that laborious step-by-step run through for other readers out there, but it's pretty clear that Dayseed couldn't be expected to make these giant mental leaps all by himself.
Oh fetal alcohol child, that wasn't labourious at all. If it was for you, well that's because where you should have deep brain fissures, you've got a brain as smooth as boiled eggs because your momma couldn't say no to Jack Daniels morning, noon and night.
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OK, let me get this straight: you're calling me on my general lack of hipness, and you're referring to Glee?
Yup. Glee is a hot show with high ratings, big sales, rising stars and loads of accolades. My personal dislike of the show doesn't change that. Remember I gave you instructions to read Entertainment Weekly? Now is why you should have done that.
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Hmm, how to define art to the unapologetic Philistine? Your argument is, not to put too fine a point on it, stupid. According to your logic, I should just be able to listen to the opening 30 seconds of the song (the "enriching" part) and that would be it. Take the rest away and lose nothing.
I can't help what you wrote. Because you keep trying to parse the idiocy of it down to something not embarrassing doesn't change what you wrote. I agree that listening to 30 seconds of a song wouldn't suffice for enjoyment. However, the salient point is that when I asked you what was enriching, you didn't identify the lyrics at all.
Make your peace with that.
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Blah blah blah
Well folks, would anybody like to see what Zipperfish tried to handwave away? I sure do! Let's recap just how wide a yellow streak he has running up his little bitch back!
And here’s another problem you have. You consistently refer to the editing as though in Canada, the CBSC has hunted down every last copy of Money for Nothing and altered the lyrics permanently impairing your “holistic” appreciation. Consequently, in your analogy to the picture scratch, you fail because you draw it down as though that scratched picture is the only copy available for viewing.
What your picture scratch analogy actually conflates to is you complaining that in one particular museum, which has many pictures available all which have been deliberately scratched, a picture you like has been scratched and you can only focus on the negative. You’re free to go to another museum that has an untouched copy, you can buy your own picture and take it home or view a copy you already had.
But you’d rather shit your diaper over the one place that’s scratched and make believe it’s the only place left to view it. Ignored is what is actually scratched over and why.
Also, you’re assuming again. Had you any sort of reading comprehension skills, you would have noted I said “I personally don’t care if the song is edited.” Do I get to say you’ve hoisted yourself on your own petard, game, set, match, insert another quarter to continue playing?
You would, you witless retard. You’d even caps RESULT:Yup, when his analogy gets dragged through the mud worse than he did when his mom gave birth drunk at a campsite, he just says "blah blah blah".
Does it save the destruction of his poorly thought out argument? No! Not even a fucking little bit!
Well, what else did the witless retard miss?
Yes retard diapershitter, I was priming your pump for the point you ought to have been making. Instead, you did a picture perfect impression of what a Ukrainian tween would use as “comedy” if given the internet and 15 minutes to research. This should have then focused on what role the government has in curtailing offensive material and are there any absolutes that defy what the vox populi is demanding? But no. We get you sullying Walt Whitman. (ProTip: You could use “woot” here. It’s an older code, but it checks out. Many Bothans died to bring you that information. Don’t be a retard with it.)
However, since this has dragged on so long, you should be aware that a Halifax radio station, Q104, held a Money for Nothing marathon in protest of the CBSC decision and now they are facing multiple complaints based on “little faggot” lyrics.
http://ca.news.yahoo.com/halifax-radio- ... 4-741.html
Didn’t I previously point out that there were people most likely offended that didn’t complain? Now they’re making themselves heard? Fuck, I must have accidentally eaten a flux-capacitor because now I’m predicting the goddamn future.
While you’re trolling for internet memes to ape, go look up the Streisand Effect. $1:
Having summarily destroyed
You misspelled "ignored"
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all your arguments, it's clear you've resorted to the old filibuster with responses that take an hour to read, never mind respond to. And that is one area where I must admit your superiority.
Holy shit cueball brain, if that took you an hour to read you should probably quit your job as pool supply store manager and let an ashtray have a go at it.
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I'd love to destroy the rest of your arguments as I've done all your others,
I'm sure you would. You'd probably also like to know who keeps shitting in your diaper too.
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but unfortunately I don't have the luxury of typing up crappy arguments for hours on end from the comfort of my parents' basement.
You seem to have a ton of time to type up crappy arguments.
Oh no, a parent's basement insult! Did you read that over a few times just to savour the moment before dropping it into your post? Well shit, move over Monty Python, there's a new comic genius in town. Sure he shits himself an awful lot, but that's funny too.
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I actually have a real job as a super-performing manager to do as well.
Relax, it's not pool season.
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I'll let you screech from your tree and parade around your purple ass to prospective mates to celebrate your victory.
Cheers!
And there we have yet more purple-ass fetish talk from him. And celebrate my victory? Don't mind if I do!
