Matthew Moulton returns from jail to post SNCA.

Nope. That's you reading into things.


It's part of my charitable nature to try and help the chronically stupid understand.

Me "reading into things" is reading this... "It's a great indicator that you're secretly seething."

Directly, I mean, I didn't paraphrase or exaggerate that at all. Direct quote!

What does the word "seething" mean to you exactly?

Does it mean something ~other~ than anger?

You are a strange one. Likely illiterate, that's my guess.
 
Well, I mean, that is one way to look at life. Denial worshipers practice as they are.
You are not a free speech martyr, you are a gibbering schizoid narcissist who took the lowest hanging bait fruit in existence.
 
Me "reading into things" is reading this... "It's a great indicator that you're secretly seething."

Directly, I mean, I didn't paraphrase or exaggerate that at all. Direct quote!

What does the word "seething" mean to you exactly?

Does it mean something ~other~ than anger?

You are a strange one. Likely illiterate, that's my guess.
Well, some people, you in particular, can't help but be wrong. It's okay. Try and try again as they say.
You might not ever come in first place but just maybe, just maybe, one day you'll cross the finish line.
 
Well, some people, you in particular, can't help but be wrong. It's okay. Try and try again as they say.
You might not ever come in first place but just maybe, just maybe, one day you'll cross the finish line.

Your magical thinking is noted. It's the way you say it is because you said so, not because you have any evidence at all to support it. What you WANT to perceive overshadows reality as a coping mechanism. You're not complicated.

Ah. Your lawsuits for...what exactly? C'mon, I know your like oversharing in your typical grandiosity.

1. Defamation, for all the articles that made the false claim that I made a threat to kill when no such threat exists. As well as the state and everyone else who made the false claim.

You do realize there's no threat in the e-mail, right? I mean, that didn't skip you, did it retard?

2. Malicious Prosecution...



None of that is based on the outcome of any case, but rather the underlying probable cause (which they destroyed in totality) and factual evidence. Meaning, in regards to those lawsuits, pleading no contest isn't a detriment, in fact it's a boon as I can claim I was held hostage against my rights and it did even more damage as a result. Those laws also don't have a statute of limitation to them.

3. Subsistence Fees - class action suit, see the one motion regarding conditions of incarceration for exact legal details.

Pretty basic stuff. I just can't believe they did it. I mean it's sort of like playing the lottery, you want to win, but you don't really expect to win. I honestly did not think the state of Florida would be dumb enough to openly blaspheme against words and reasoning from Jesus Christ, but uh... yeah, they really are that stupid! It's not like I'm the only one cashing in on the idiocy either. Dave didn't even bother taking a religious angle, that dude went with straight up hyperbole! Crypto bros don't mess around! It's a good time to sue Florida, everybody knows it.
 
This shit...

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This my mood Canada...


Creation does not smile upon you.
 
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*behests the burning bushels of bud*

No. It's the opposite. It's VERY logical in operation. Sin atrophies effort, it degrades your sense of work vs reward, driving you to the path of least effort in everything you do. That path often leads to stupid, illogical outcomes, but the path itself makes perfect logical sense when you realize what sin actually is and how it works.

It's satiation sickness that causes depression and then dysphoria... pain seeking behavior. Binge and purge. Like a child with "too much birthday", their ego entitles them to bend the laws of physics just by wishing or demanding and, when they can't, when the path of least effort fails, they fall apart, throw a tantrum and people pretend it's a disagreement or evil influence.

It's just denial worship. The 8th deadly sin. No one ever wants to talk about the denial, because... well, denial! We even deny that it is denial by claiming the devil ate our autonomy.

It's a simple direction in life... do you exist for, do you worship creation... or satiation?

Is the pleasure the point, or is the pleasure just a means to drive creative effort? Be a good kid and Santa will bring you gifts! Are you good because you want to impress Santa or are you good because you want gifts?

To be good is its own reward, but its a reward that causes pain through work. Most everyone wants to be good in the sense of wanting to be perceived as good, as fair, as just. Even those who act evil believe they do so for some greater good.

Everyone wants to be the good guy... especially the bad guy. The difference is that the bad guy, again, takes the path of least effort, to try and cheat the reward for goodness. To cheat reward from work, but when done, it cheapens the reward, because it loses rarity.

The less effort it takes, the easier it can be obtained, so it's easy to just say you're operating for some greater good, but it's the EFFORT that exonerates through discerning difference.

Good takes work. That's why faith without works is dead. We gain salvation in creation by working towards sustaining and growing creation.

Whether it's creating life and having a family or building something, converting dreams into reality, altering physicality with immateriality, exoforming. Either you recognize what you are, as a part of creation, within creation, capable of creating past creation and in turn you worship creation... or you deify desire in absence of effort, instant gratification, to get without giving. At the least, a bit of thought. It does count, but it depends on the quality thereof.

How much effort do you put into your thoughts? Currently I am inebriating myself with 93% pure, undiluted THC oil, causing total impairment of intellect, a want to zone out entirely, to not care about anything... and yet I do. I break the weakness, the want for rest, I make myself more even when I can't coherently exist.

Don't just put effort into things, look for effort, look to who has the best effort to offer creation and celebrate the rarity, the efforted wins.

It's a miracle that effort can work like it does. Sometimes we think it doesn't work, but it's usually because we're putting all our effort into just one thing. The best effort requires variety, you do things you don't like, not because you can't escape them, but because unwanted effort gives you contrast in creation which is emotional muscle.

If you spend all day working, every moment of rest feels the best.

Otherwise, if you spend all day sleeping, every moment of rest feels restless by relative comparison.

Take some time to be uncomfortable. Humility is one of the best looks in life, the softest pain next to patience. Embrace them both to balance being right all the time... because, you know, that's like being good, everyone wants to be right about everything.

Try being wrong once in a while. That's how I got as smart as I did, aside from the marijuana use... I argue with myself. Can't do that unless you're willing to be wrong about everything, all the time. It hones your reasoning skills, makes you more aware in awareness.

TL;DR - Super Sentai Kitty...

 
A blast from the past...


From March of last year. I'm currently in "Edit Mode", hoping to have actual chapters in "The Never". With any luck it'll be printable by next month. Some original parts are going to be heavily edited, with some new parts going in. It's going to be very, VERY...


That. Magnified...

Stumbled across this today...


Asimov had pretty good stuff.

Good recursion paradox. Which came first; the reality or the God?

Everything in our reality though is symmetrically reflective, so it all just loops back around.

What I think most people fail to register is... why did you ask the question?

You feared death.

It doesn't make sense though.

We fear death like we fear jumping off a high dive.

Even if you're prepared it feels like death and we fear.

Not death, but the greatest change in creation.

We register that as the loss of ourselves, or the loss of loved ones, or the loss of home. Whatever change we feel is the greatest, that is what we fear the most.

The concept of death is the greatest change only because we don't know what's on the other side of it.

But of course, we do know, it's recursion.

What we're really afraid of is losing control.

If we could control what happens after death, we would never fear death.

We need it though. The fear.

We siphon the fear of being dead, it generates a kind of current capable of making nothing move.

It's the tiniest amount imaginable, the shock of death may not seem much, but it's like gravity. Gathered together it creates incredible emotional current that can affect physicality. Specifically it drives you to create past it.

Death didn't exist originally.

It wasn't a weapon like the ice age.

It wasn't an inescapable accident like the moon.

We created death, decay itself, because the universe was growing stagnant.

The original iterations of infinity were not as "fast" as your current iteration of infinity.

As such, reality didn't crumble as quickly.

It as picked up speed and, that's not entirely bad, because now we have faster sentient evolution, as a result of reality crumbling quicker.

The original iteration was very strange, the same universe, the same reality, but every second of that universe was like a year in our universe.

But only for the physicality, the life that developed ran out of probability because there wasn't enough variability, not enough entropy, not even possibilities in an environment exponentially more static in nature.

The faster reality crumbles, ironically, the better life is driven move.

In the original iteration everything "alive" was a fungus.

It never had a need to evolve because, unlike what this video asserts, you actually do NOT want things to go smoothly.

You want problems, you want cataclysm, you CRAVE IT!

Haven't you ever thought to wonder why?

It's because the emotional excitement gives you greater mental entropy, more possibility in thought. That creates a mind that can actually exist in an infinity.

You will forget yourself of course, over the span of it, but that's okay, because the computer you're always questioning, that's just a synthetic reflection of collective sentience.

That's why the computer can never answer the question, because it never stops answering it, but the answer results in the same issue every time; humanity achieves instant immortality which then results in an end to humans asking questions.

The computer is forced to never answer, not because it can't, but because the answer would kill you.

Or at least, that was the fear. I think that's why Asimov didn't write more like me, he was afraid of what a baby didn't think twice to pick up and shove into their perception.

It can kill you. In more ways than you ever want to know, but I wasn't ever afraid of death, given my painful BACK story, I used to die regularly. My own living nightmares would gnaw me to death and my dad would beat me back to life by throwing me into the furniture when the PTSD prevented me from "acting grownup".

So I was never afraid of knowing. It was good that I wasn't because I learned that a lot of shit is attacking your probability.

There's like slow motion suicide from reality distortion weapons like "instant gratification".

Seems like a cute enough concept, but it cuts into consciousness. Slowly. You bleed out entropy.

Don't ask what that looks like.

Being able to see the soul is to see possibility in people.

A soul with entropy erosion can be absolutely healthy, or have the capacity to become absolute healthy, but they don't because reality is boring.

Think about that. You're worried about not being immortal when most of you can't even put up with IDEAL existence for less than 100 fuckin years!

And, sure, things are bad, but I think we'd all be dead forever if they hadn't gotten that bad.

If things didn't break down... what would there be to fix?

What point would any existence have?

You see, we created the corruption in our reality to maximize mentality.

We created the problem in the first place, it was never real.

We created an artificial problem in our past to advance ourselves past infinity itself.

That's the real question and it's infinite.

What problems do we want to exist under? Can't exist without them.
 
Mentioned this in his arrest thread, I think, but Matt was one of the first lolcows I ever saw, way back before Chrischan even. Completely lost track of him by the Soniuchu Years, though, mostly because he was boring; he's not a fun, feel-good character that you just want to tell your friends about, like Chris or ADF or Russ Greer.

This
Brevity is still beyond you.
pretty much describes his behavior for at least twenty years. In his head, he's Le Epic Troll who owns the internet through a combination of wit, coolness, and genius-level nerd brains that few can appreciate. In reality, he's just a serial tl;dr poster who is lonely and craves human contact but, for whatever reason, can only ever interact with people by antagonizing them, spewing midwit sci-fi spergery, and reminding you that his personality is "I owned a computer since the 90s".

If Matt ever learned brevity, I'm sure he'd find a way to turn it into eight paragraphs of smug Doctor Who fanfiction where for some reason he passive-aggressively tries to call you, the person bothering to read his post, an idiot. It's not because he's incapable of grasping brevity as a concept; it's because he's incapable of grasping why a human interaction should ever be anything but condescending, and eat up hour-long chunks of his slowly fading life.

Something like
How much do you lift @Atemporal-Engineer
is unlikely to get a rise out of him, not because it doesn't sting, but because it's easier to answer quickly ("I lift 120") and doesn't really lend itself to a snarky, pedantic, self-important essay format.

You'd think that, given how he was in prison for being an utter tard, he'd have learned a lot about lifting in recent years, but alas.
 
Mentioned this in his arrest thread, I think, but Matt was one of the first lolcows I ever saw, way back before Chrischan even. Completely lost track of him by the Soniuchu Years, though, mostly because he was boring; he's not a fun, feel-good character that you just want to tell your friends about, like Chris or ADF or Russ Greer.

This

pretty much describes his behavior for at least twenty years. In his head, he's Le Epic Troll who owns the internet through a combination of wit, coolness, and genius-level nerd brains that few can appreciate. In reality, he's just a serial tl;dr poster who is lonely and craves human contact but, for whatever reason, can only ever interact with people by antagonizing them, spewing midwit sci-fi spergery, and reminding you that his personality is "I owned a computer since the 90s".

If Matt ever learned brevity, I'm sure he'd find a way to turn it into eight paragraphs of smug Doctor Who fanfiction where for some reason he passive-aggressively tries to call you, the person bothering to read his post, an idiot. It's not because he's incapable of grasping brevity as a concept; it's because he's incapable of grasping why a human interaction should ever be anything but condescending, and eat up hour-long chunks of his slowly fading life.

Something like

is unlikely to get a rise out of him, not because it doesn't sting, but because it's easier to answer quickly ("I lift 120") and doesn't really lend itself to a snarky, pedantic, self-important essay format.

You'd think that, given how he was in prison for being an utter tard, he'd have learned a lot about lifting in recent years, but alas.

If you honestly think I'm a "lolcow" you're very confused.

I'm what used to be known as a "troll" or a "flamer". Although I used a lot of clever phrases for it like "social engineering" and "invective word artistry". I was involved in very early trolling and flaming culture online and I was generally hated for it because I had this "no sides" rule. Meaning I would troll other trolls for entertainment. It was fun. I can certainly see how it wouldn't have been fun for you, if you had been on the receiving end.

Groups like this one, that center on mocking people with mental issues, always bothered me a bit. Not to say I don't enjoy people with mental issues, but I don't think the way I enjoy them is the same as the way you enjoy them. I enjoy weird people because they're creatively inspiring. They're like artistic muses or puzzle boxes. The human Rubiks of colorful character.

But I also enjoy a lot of other things, not just creativity. I like psychology, sociology, theology, technology, etc. So I combine them. If you're familiar with my work in reverse engineering human creativity you know that this one of my favorite methods of creating "new"...

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I don't simply mock people to try and feel good about being "more normal", because the honest truth is... I don't think any of you actually are. I've spent my entire life studying human behavior, it's the basis of my metaphysics research, meaning my main intent has always been to hack human perception as a means to hack creation... to understand reality. To give life to meaning.

For you, well obviously you're a bit sensitive. You think words can sting! I cannot even fathom the perception of feeling pain from words on a screen from random strangers because I've experienced so much REAL pain in my life. What you register as "pain" I don't even notice because my exposure tolerance to pain is so off the scale.

PROTIP: When I use the word "you" in my writing... maybe don't automatically assume I'm referring to ~you~ the one reading it.

You understand? You can write something intended for a specific person or people, but if that audience isn't the reader, well that doesn't mean you can't enjoy the writing regardless. It doesn't have to be about you even when it uses that word. It's difficult for self-centered people to understand my writing in that regard.

And I know you don't much like that either. By mental comparison to me I'm sure my posts seem VERY long and difficult to get through. That's one of the burdens of being crazy smart... you can think, read and type faster than 90% of most human beings, at a default. Imagine if you had to live and work in a world full of people, that, by comparison to you, are mentally retarded.

"You talk like a fag!"

Yeah, I do. Embrace it. It may save your entire existence some day.

As long as the AI can read it that's all that matters because that's what you've chosen as your proverbial destroyer in the modern era... a faux deus ex machina. The god of the Magic 8 Ball.

Most of you are ass mad at me because you want the super creative guy to be super friendly and nice... but that's not how reality works. Often the most creative people are the most calloused people. We turn pain into perceptual paint and obviously to create the highest contrast in creation you have to experience the worst pain in creation. I have.
 
"You talk like a fag!"
That was a quote from a movie, Matt.

I've been on the Internet, and before that, BBS for years, and I've never heard of a flamer being anything other than an insult.

Also, several paragraphs of rambling hold less weight than a few concise sentences, outside of corporate speak.
 
If you honestly think I'm a "lolcow" you're very confused.

I'm what used to be known as a "troll" or a "flamer".
lol. See guys, above when I said: "In his head, he's Le Epic Troll", and "reminding you that his personality is "I owned a computer since the 90s"". Matt can't help himself. At this point, he's too old to learn new behavior.

First off, Matt, nobody uses the word "flamer" anymore, except maybe in reference to faggots. Nowadays, what elderly nerds like yourself would call a "flamer" most people would call a "sperg" or a "lonely shut-in with too much time, who, for whatever reason, can only ever interact with people by antagonizing them".

It makes people laugh at your expense, hence: lolcow. A lolcow, a term which developed in the wake of ED and Chrischan (sometime after you lapsed into obscurity and became culturally irrelevant), is somebody who can't help but make themselves an object of humorous ridicule; i.e. someone like yourself. You do it by flaming, yes, but they do it not because you're actually a COOL INTERNET GUY who socially engineered people into thinking you're retarded; they do it because you actually are retarded.

There's an old meme, ancient now really but postdating your Golden Years by some time, which is precisely relevant to your situation:
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At some point, there is no difference between Le Epic Troll and an actual retard, and people treat you accordingly.

Most of you are ass mad at me
Nobody's ever really been mad at you, Matt. I know that's what you want; I can't fathom why, yet almost every conversation I've ever seen you insert yourself into has had "let's get these people mad at me" be the driving force behind what you do and say.

But despite your delusions of grandeur (?!), people don't really get mad at you. They just think you talk like a fag and your shit's all retarded, then they go back to forgetting about you. This inability to create meaningful engagement with your audience is why many lolcows - Chrischan, DSP, Andrew Tate, etc - have gone on to achieve cult fanbases and even entire careers based on their ability to be hated and mocked by others, while after thirty years of grind at the trollmill, all you've got to show for yourself is a few autists like myself saying "oh yeah, THAT guy". And being arrested by a sheriff.

Which was honestly pretty funny, and unironically the best thing that has ever happened to you.
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Speaking of, serious question: why the fuck did you tell him that the Bible says bondsmen can't be Christian? I tried to piece your thought process together, and near as I can tell you made at least three obvious errors in the space of one sentence, which really goes a long way to illustrate how smart you actually are, especially when you're put on point and don't have ten hours to craft a 3000 word essay in response (although I imagine you'd been planning that response in your head, for sometime before they perpwalked you down to Sheriff Chad Noseington).
 
That was a quote from a movie, Matt.

I've been on the Internet, and before that, BBS for years, and I've never heard of a flamer being anything other than an insult.

Also, several paragraphs of rambling hold less weight than a few concise sentences, outside of corporate speak.

Yes, hence the reason I put it in quotes.

Also, no, you weren't. Don't lie...


The Meow Wars The largest flame war in Usenet history, involving hundreds ofpeople from over 80 newsgroups, lasting over forty-five weeks. It was theUsenet equivalent of World War II. It was The Flamewar to End All Flamewars.

It was the best of times.The Meow Wars It all began innocently enough: asmall group of students at Harvard University - a band of futurebloodsucking ambulance-chasing lawyers, medical specialists who phone indiagnoses from mobile phones on yachts, and caffeine-crazed computerprogrammers with way too much time on their hands - began to use Usenet as alocal dorm room bulletin board/gossip clique area.

The newsgroup they chose, apparently at random from among the hundreds ofempty Usenet joke-newsgroup wastelands: alt.fan.karl-malden.nose. [Thecircumstances surrounding the birth of this newsgroup can now be told,thanks to the location of the original newsgroup control message.]

This small group of posters set up their little regime in this forgottennewsgroup, posting daily schedules and post count summaries, talking aboutthis class and that event and this and that and the other. Eventually, theytired of posting articles about their immensely boring daily lives, so theyturned their attention to the computer network world around them. First theytried their hand at penny-ante crossposting, branching out to claim otherempty newsgroups, such as alt.fan.ok-soda and alt.fan.pooh. This soon grewstale as well, as each poster moved into a new group only to find the samebored people he/she left behind.

Apparently as a result of the Ivy-League uppity belief that all the worldshould be like them (and also as a result of trying to avoid studying forexams), one of the posters suggested that they “invade” a real, populatednewsgroup and “rile up the stupid people”. When Matt Bruce, another of theHarvard band, heard this, he wrote this response:

“I suggest that we start either posting or crossposting toalt.tv.beavis-n-butthead. I also suggest that we use big words and perfectgrammar, and refuse to write as the young ruffians in question speak.”

“This could lead to some interesting ‘dialogue.’”

This article was posted directly to alt.tv.beavis-n-butthead. The regularsat that group, wondering what the world was coming to, scoffed at the notionof a couple of stuck-up geeks from Harvard calling them “ruffians”, and afew unpleasantries were exchanged. This crosspost-tossing attracted theattention of an unknown poster going by the name of Dontonio Wingfield.He/she discovered that one of the Harvard posters, Chuck Truesdell, placed“meow meow” (a reference to Henrietta Pussycat of Mr. Roger's Neighborhoodfame) in many of his posts as a sort of calling card, as his initials spell“C.A.T.”. Matt Bruce picked up on this practice for one post (the quote atthe top of this page), and someone, for some reason, took that article outof afk-mn, crossposting it to a dozen newsgroups as a troll against the“Nosers” (as the Harvard students called themselves). Dontonio Wingfieldeither instigated this troll, or was the first to reply to it:

“What the hell is this shite? Would you mind keeping it the hell out ofHERE?”

The Dontonio Wingfield persona then, of course, vanished. The posters in thetargeted groups, noting the “meow meow” elements, began to retaliate againstthe supposed original crossposter, Matt Bruce. These posters entered the'Nose and found it full of other Harvard students like Matt, and thecounter-invaders flamed and spewed “meow” with vigor, In time, flamescontaining the word “meow” would start popping up all over the place, aimedmostly at areas where the high-class uppity Ivy-League snots were known tocongregate, such as alt.college.college-bowl. Other flames targeted snobbishcollege kids who regularly huffed their freckled noses in newsgroups such asalt.music.nin. Some of the more daring souls decided to forge articles inBruce's name, spreading the “meow” attacks to more and more groups,including afk-mn, to add to the onslaught against him and his“intellectually elite” cohorts.

When the real Matt Bruce caught wind of the uproar, he and the other Harvardstudents first tried to write his attack on atbnb as a "joke". When no onebought his story, he attempted more forcefully to get the attackers to stop,which only sounded like more condescending talk:

“Please stop. Cease and desist. You are only making yourselves look silly.”

When this only fanned the flames further, he threatened to cancel allarticles containing the word “meow”, and to netcop all the “meow” articleforgers. This “Cancellation Notice”, posted about a month and a half afterthe first “meow” troll, was apparently the proverbial last straw. A personcrossposting into 12 newsgroups, then claiming it a “joke”, when heobviously had no sense of humor? This pissed off the Usenet PerformanceArtists to no end. it was time to teach Matt Bruce - and the rest of hisgang of snots - a lesson. Suddenly, afk-mn, alt.college.college-bowl, andscores of other groups were flooded to the gills and beyond with hundredsupon hundreds of huge meow articles from all corners of Usenet. Cascades,ASCII cats, hundred-line “meow” hello-world-type flood posts, and more wereposted, reposted, munged, pureed, and regurgitated all over the servers ofthe world. The Harvard kids' protests were quickly lost in the feline tidalwave. Every post by a Harvard snot would result in fifty cascade follow-ups.alt.college.college-bowl, a known regular haunt of Matt Bruce, was reducedto a smoldering crater, so inundated with meows that its regulars could nolonger use it. After a couple of weeks of this, Usenet in general lookedlike Chernobyl, or the Marina district of San Francisco after the 1989earthquake, or downtown Nagasaki the day after the fall of the Fat Man.

A number of the attackers, calling themselves the “MEOW MEOW ARMY”, werebent on taking over afk-mn and occupying it as their own. It soon was - theHarvard students, seeing a fire raging out of control in their cyber DunsterHouse, were compelled to escape to a local, non-propagated newsgroup on aHarvard server.The meow hurricane, however,simply refused to die:alt.college.college-bowl continued to be attacked until almost a year afterMatt Bruce's now infamous post, and the Meowers now in afk-mn began toredecorate their new home (with the legendary Fluffy, formerly Matt Bruce'spet, claiming ownership of all of Usenet), merging with the verbal abusepowerhouse known as the Mighty Alt Dot FlameTM.

Today, afk-mn remains as a sort of Usenet posting relay hub. The first- andsecond- generation Meowers also became alt.flame regulars. Other bases ofUsenet Performance Art, such as alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk,alt.non.sequitur, and alt.stupidity, long bases of Meow action, also tradedregulars with the Nose. These groups fused together to form what is nowknown as the Empire of Meow.

This empire is still growing as you read this, as in 1998 the groupsalt.flame.niggers and demon.local were recently annexed much in the samefashion as the 'Nose. There are hundreds of groups throughout the alt.*heirarchy who have at least heard of the Meow movement… every so often, atroll warning will be posted to these groups, sometimes even warning theinhabitants about elements that the Empire has nothing to do with:

“You will be able to recognize a troll and an impending invasion fromalt.syntax.tactical by cascades, numerous appearances of the word ‘meow’,and crossposts to alt.fan.karl-malden.nose…”

Also, throughout its lifetime, the actions of the Empire have seeminglybecome a convenient scapegoat for real Usenet abuses. In February of 1997,several inhabitants of the 'Nose were placed under a Usenet Death Penalty,or UDP, for over a week by a certain self-made Usenet “spam canceller”. Thecrime: cascades. Also, in 1998, Meow became the whipping boy for thosepersons who wanted a UDP imposed on Altopia News Service, which many Meowersuse to post to Usenet, because of the few Altopia users who were committingblatant acts of abuse such as mailbombing and post flooding. These accuserswere wont to include relatively harmless acts of off-topic crossposts andcascades in with the real problems. Apparently, there will always be those,like the Harvard kids, who will not tolerate the right that all Usenettershave to act silly, or to have a sense of humor, or to have the view thatnothing should be taken too seriously. It should, however, be noted thatwithout the existence of tight-sphinctered conservative snots, there wouldbe no Meow in the first place. Hated or not, it would thus seem that thephenomenon known as MEOW, and its practitioners known as MEOWERS, haveforever carved their place among the legends of Usenet, along with the likesof Kibology and the first MMF chain letter. Clealy, sir, the Empire ofMeow's feline vocalizations will be heard forever more throughout Usenethistory.

Meow.
 
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