Why I Don't Warn People Before I Delete Their Comments

I don’t warn people that I delete personal insults from my threads because that ethic has existed since the age of enlightenment. When you came to my page, you had decades of life behind you. Whether or not you learned from them was your prerogative, but if you didn’t, you don’t get special asshole rights. You are an adult, so you’re held to adult rules—rules like “respect those who treat you respectfully” and “don’t throw tantrums at the grownups.” Those requirements should go without saying.

Parents even teach their *toddlers* to be nice, so truly, this isn’t beyond your capacity to learn.

You might be new to my page, but you’re not new to being human. Your failure to evolve beyond manipulative flouncing is entirely your problem. It’s *not* mine to compensate for.

Now you’re leaving Fetlife because all the bad people confronted your beliefs. You’re doing it reeeaallllly slowly, of course. Deactivating wouldn’t leave enough time for us to beg you to stay, so you’re deleting every friend with plenty of pre-emptive warning. You’re removing your journal pages one by one. Now you’re deleting your wall. (Woe is us) You’re going to stretch this out until the sun sets, and I’ve unjustly removed your flounce from my post (without warning, again) so who is going to beg you to stay?

The sheer number of manipulative behaviours available to you make warnings impossible, even if I *was* willing to babysit you. My threads are discussions about ideas, and everyone but you manages to disagree without screaming personal insults at one another.

I shouldn’t have to tell you that a flounce is not an expression of ideas. You can pretend you don’t know it all you like. I’m still going to insist you’re not that stupid. You know your behaviour is shitty. You just disagree that you should behave differently, so no, I won’t let you hold the entire thread to ransom with your threats.

I won’t even respond to your so-called “entitlement” to free speech. I’ll just sit here with this wilting look, which expresses my feelings about your First Amendment rights perfectly. You, sir, are a toddler, but thanks for flying Adult Airlines. You wouldn’t stop kicking the seat in front of you so you’ll have to disembark.