Daniel Peterson wrote:Where have I called you a liar?
Can you provide the exact quote?
Well what do you want? Me to drop it, or to provide you a quote. I guess I'll just give you the quote and hope you respond:
Daniel Peterson wrote:So he said.
Do you have any independent corroboration of that?
Of course you didn't use the word "liar" but we all got the picture, didn't we?
I have never, ever, raised this issue. You and Scartch and Mini-Scartch have raised this issue, and then you become incensed at even the mildest possible response.
The mildest possible responsible? Calling me a liar? You've got to be kidding me.
I am not incensed at your response. Let me be clear:
I find it offensive that you would imply that I am a liar or am oblivious to the details in my own life, which you know very, very little about. You know very little about my
step-dad who knows even less about me than my mother does. And you don't know my mom.
So when you come here and say, "there is more to the story" and "stop pretending" I find it dishonest - consistent with what Scratch has said about your "whisper campaigns" - and offensive.
And after I offered to take you to lunch!
But the real reason you won't say anything is because anything you might know about my past - mind you I haven't been to church or lived with my parents in almost 10 years - would probably make my step-dad, your "friend," look bad. The only thing you could say is that my parents sent me to the Church's Gulag, and that doesn't really save you from what you did, does it.
Kind of like how Dr. Quinn's sexual orientation has nothing to do with his role as a historian - so you'd rather poison the well with mention of a mysterious "sad incident" and let imaginations run wild.
You act like you care about "exploiting my family" on this board - truth is what you did was horrendous. You can't self depreciate yourself out of it, or blame it on Mister Scratch, or say that I'm gay, or that there are sad incidents. You sent an anonymous post to my step-dad while my sister lay dying in the hospital - who, correct me if I am wrong - you never went to visit. She lives in Orem, and you were close enough to my dad to send him an email "alerting him" to a post that you found to be insensitive to the situation - yet did you go visit her? No.
The truth is, you didn't like GoodK the poster at MAD or here, you found out who I was, and you ratted me out to my step-dad (who already knew I posted here, unbeknownst to you) while my sister was in ICU at a hospital five miles from your house that you couldn't bother to visit.
There is enormously more to this story than GoodK is telling. (Whether he's lying or not, I can't say.)
Ha. Yes there is. One very enormous detail is my birth. I was born in Kings County, West Seattle Washington. This was in 1984.
And GoodK's atheism is an ingredient in the situation of only relatively recent vintage.
A first, even for FARMS! A critic's high school shenanigans come into play!
What's next, the position in which I was conceived was a little too questionable for me to be trusted?
No wonder you wanted to drop this.
I'm sorry that it's come to this, but I won't allow it to go further. Or, to be more precise, I'll say nothing further, beyond what I've already said.
I will, though, repeat that there is more to this story, and to your situation, than people here know and more than you're telling.
Of course there is. My first kiss was a girl named Emily, although I don't remember her last name. That was in the third grade. I'm 6'1 and about 170 pounds. I played high school baseball and basketball. I like blondes. I drive a 2008 Black Honda Accord. I was 16 the first time I ever ate mushrooms.
Trust me folks, there is
tons more to this story.
I was sent to a Mormon Gulag when I was 15 because I got caught smoking weed in my bathroom. I don't give many more details about this place because I'm working on getting a documentary made about this place, not because there is some other part of this story that proves DCP was a saint for rubbing my step-dad's nose in something I posted anonymously to this website that didn't mention his name nor was it intended for him to see.
True, me and my step-dad have always butted heads - wouldn't you if some fundamentalist Mormon married your mother, censored your music, told you what kind of clothes you could wear and how long you could grow your hair, among many other things? Of course me and my step-dad have other issues - but you created an entirely new one that has changed things for me quite a bit.
Don't worry, though, this is only coming to light on the Shades board. We all know how you and your friends feel about this board.
Truth is me and my step-dad were close leading up to this, still remained close after the first email about my sister came to light, but once you called his attention to this board again (as you will remember, happened in the Why I'm Not A Mormon thread) things went to hell. Of course, you only care about how you look after all of this -- and will probably continue to imply that there is more to the "story".
Unbelievable.