After years of varying degrees of participation on internet user forums, I was finally banned this afternoon from BoardGameGeek. Yes, I should be banned from participating in anything named 'BoardGameGeek' on principle alone - but that's another subject for another day.
The ban is for a single day. Small change, to be sure - but a step in the right direction.
And, just like the birth announcement of a newborn child, I trumpet this joyous occasion with you, my blogger friends. But unlike the hunchbacked geeks I have stumbled across at that virtual game store hangout, I will not ask you, my blogger friends, to help name the baby.
... or in helping to pop the most important question of your life.
|Eyes on the game board, green-shirt. Eyes on the board.|
Because I told a bunch of EuroPEON artistes that their parents did a shitty job raising them.
Was that so bad?
It is a sad day, my friends.
Truth and failed morality have taken a back seat to Europeon ideals of "Artistic Expression" and "Anti-Puritanism". The same Europeons that started at least seventeen World Wars and popularized the use of horse meat in our Taco Bells have the gall to suppress self-censorship between a man, his wife, and his naughty little card games.
... Like Dicks and Pricks®!
And when a Soldier of Smitely Goodness speaks up for the self-censoring little guy, he is met by thin skins and forced upon the sword of scandal and shame.
I'm positive Douglas Wall knows exactly how I must feel right about now. But it does little to ease my pain.
... Thank God for professional wrestling forums.