Slam Book!

[frangelle]

When I was little, some kids liked to start a "slam book" about some other kid they didn't like.  The book was usually a black and white marbled composition book that was passed around the class with the expectation that everyone would write/draw something mean about the ultimate recipient of the slam book.  There was no internet way back then, so childish minds with grinding gears had to be a lot more sneaky and creative than the creator of this dead in the water slam site.  In the first place, "Chris" - or should I just call you, "the Nevada Kid?" - why are you so afraid to identify yourself?  My name is Jocelyn Beard, I'm vaguely googleable, and I live in New York State (where we actually have some ocean).  Whoever "Chris" is, he/she started this site a long time ago and as far as I can tell hasn't been on it in nearly 3 years.  So much for his/her commitment to the cause of pointing out "lies."  I recently discovered this site - after all the action - naturally, as the hotheads seem to have moved on, with the exception of shogun2.  I know that's not your user ID, but it's just how I picture you, sorry.  Well, no I'm not, but you get the idea.  I'm just going to keep posting until we can actually restart the dialogue.  Chris has obviously abandoned us  - perhaps he's been stuck in the Luxor, or the Bellagio and has no wifi.  And since Chris isn't here, I'll offer my own slam:

Corporate whaling is revolting in every way.  People who defend corporate whaling are like cultists who've been denied protein for so long they can't think straight, let alone make a cogent argument to support their side of the discussion.  Also, people who eat shark fin soup are going to one of Dante's 9 Circles of Hell.  I'll probably be there for some other reason, so I'll be sure to wave.