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   Message 4,393 of 4,612   
   Dan Clough to Bj”rn Felten   
   Re: New one   
   19 Jul 25 20:22:28   
   
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   -=> Bj”rn Felten wrote to Dan Clough <=-   
      
    BF> Dan Clough -> Michiel van der Vlist skrev 2025-07-19 16:19:   
    MvV>> Ekaterina, welcome to the Fidonet IPv6 club!   
      
    DC> Oh, how exciting!   
      
    BF>     Thank you for your kind and eloquent contribution to the Fidonet   
    BF> community.   
      
     You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in   
   Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the   
   heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be   
   seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans.   
      
   You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm   
   deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a   
   weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your   
   life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a   
   sour lemon.   
      
   I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as   
   you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of   
   you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile,   
   worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this   
   earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?   
      
   You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player.   
   You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the   
   likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg, either, but rather a mutant   
   maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your   
   alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of   
   what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.   
      
   Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress   
   us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be   
   available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more   
   rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with   
   caribou.   
      
   You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have.   
   You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a   
   few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full   
   human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches,   
   maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites,   
   then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make   
   you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in   
   the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a   
   green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered, goisher kopf, inbred   
   trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.   
      
   You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and   
   profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look   
   down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic,   
   starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI   
   compliant and your markup doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines   
   shorted together. You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.   
      
   Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read?   
   Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and   
   conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity   
   used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T., and your future doesn't   
   look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all   
   siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The   
   good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to   
   go into the sewers in search of your git.   
      
   You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious.   
   You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a   
   meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a   
   drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike   
   Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.13 world. Your   
   mother had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play   
   with you. You think that www.GuyMacon.com/flame.html is the name of a rock   
   band. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You   
   prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep   
   for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let   
   you.   
      
   On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in   
   all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank   
   and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex   
   operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you.   
   You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever   
   you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous   
   galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother opening the   
   door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I   
   hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites   
   you.   
      
   You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You   
   grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish   
   foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless   
   crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You craven   
   dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You   
   gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted   
   clapper-clawed flirt-gill. You jetere steatopygous pilgarlick hircine   
   whigmaleerious rhadamanthine lintlicker. I refer you to the reply given in the   
   case of Arkell v. Pressdram.   
      
   You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue   
   musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the   
   height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a   
   movie you would be a double feature; _Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_.   
   You would be out of focus.   
      
   You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the   
   unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely   
   mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You are degenerate, noxious and   
   depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything   
   about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming   
   flotsam. You won't make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a   
   world which became unbearable when the bioterrorists designed you.   
      
   It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the   
   other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as   
   we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed.   
   Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons   
   have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape.   
   Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more   
   stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It   
   cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid.   
   This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract   
   of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must   
   apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience,   
   you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon the   
   strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring   
   trivia or your other drivel. Duh.   
      
   The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most   
   of your of what you wrote, because, well ... it didn't really say anything.   
   Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really,   
   stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly   
   effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell,   
   and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that   
   many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of   
   mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this   
   world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this was true   
   in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to what you wrote. It   
   just wouldn't have been "right." Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I   
   wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to   
   be placing such a demand on you.   
      
   P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly,   
   deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent,   
   opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist,   
   sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane,   
   arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial,   
   satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless,   
   EDLINoid, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking,   
   devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist,   
   dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling,   
   restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling,   
   uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious,   
   secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant,   
   self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, pinguid, and Generally   
   Not Good.    
      
      
   ... He's as sharp as a marble.   
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