A bottom-feeding r-slur from a technology magazine-turned-internet culture wars rag is lurking here, purportedly to interview the c*m-slurping narcissist who runs this shitheap, and we're being prevented from bullying him or otherwise intervening. We all know how this is going to go down, the interloper who shan't be named will ask the spokesjannie some open-ended questions, the spokesjannie will wax pretentious about "alt-tech" and owning dumbass wingcucks, and then the unnamed interloper will publish a boring boilerplate hitpiece about the nazicel hellhole rdrama.net.
That outcome is fricking boring. Consider the alternative:
The janitoids quit acting like redditards and stop censoring mentions of this would-be William Randolph Hearst and his interview with Carp.
Journo piles on the L's as he gets bullied incessantly here and on Twitter by the bored corporate drones and unemployed addicts who spend all their time on rdrama.
Journo writes a long-winded sobpost about online harassment.
Kiwifarms digs up deets on journo, potentially career-ending depending on what gets discovered.
And lastly, but most importantly:
Carp is denied his fifteen minutes of fame.
Alternatively, we could sit back, continue to let funny dox and mentions of a certain username get fricked and chucked, and let some Anton LaVey knockoff get his rocks off at the cost of some well-deserved communal lulz.
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I'm sure
@carpathianflorist 
's interview will go fine. Any publicity is good publicity.
Even destructive publicity.
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which xkcd is that?
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https://xkcd.com/591/
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What are you even spazzing about
He isn’t here lmao we’re talking via email
I literally didn’t even read this
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trop longtemps pas lu
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On your knees, bucko. Someone shoulda broke you a long, long time ago. I have nary met a buck I can't chuck with this here long and mighty dingus! I tell ye back in aught-4 I met a real mean one. He had big, air stealing nostrils, monstrous, boot lips, muscles that rippled under his cobalt skin so it’d look like a nest’a snakes as he’d be twisting here and yonder. T’was an older gentleman, the owner d’ye ken?, that had hired me to break this particular buck. Was some half-dozen breakers what had tried and failed! I tracked this this big-assed baboon, by fallerin’ the sounds of his impressive proud buttocks, clapping as he capered to and fro on yon gentleman’s land. There he be, proud as a darn peapeepee, black slave’s body framed by yon settin’ sun, just begging to be broke. I approached from the east, formerly westerly way. Took him unawares as he were sat alone out front a shack, mending a loincloth or some such. Knocking him to his glistening buttocks produced a thund’rus CLAP, and I mounted from the front. I tell ye boy, but that buck began to FIGHT! This unbroken, proud negro was ornery I tell ye, but I ain't ne'er been denied, d'ya ken it? I had my peepee out in an instant as he scrambled onto his black belly and began ta’ wrigglin’ this way and that. And bucko did he began to wail! As loud as prairie lightning he were. This buck could tell the breaking was coming, and I tell ye, he did BUCK. This obstinate cur could turn on a dime and give ye some change! I tell ye as the winds were my witness, he were a right sunfish, struggling and flopping as he did, gyrating his unbroken black anus and dodging my breaker man’s meat. But he broke, and I finished the job. D’ye ken? That buck broke. Say sorry, boy. But they all break. By the man Jesus and his snowy white pappy, now say hallelujah, boy, you'll break, too!
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