Brown Moses posted:

Two separate sources who saw him in person, even had the FBI visit me about it. I had one of his friends from Libya send me loads of his Libya videos that were either online or deleted or never posted. A journalists has been working on a long piece about him, so I've been helping him out with information.

Fonzarelli posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Be-QXSTOLx4 Caro sniping

Two Ton 21 posted:

Naw, McCaine's morals on his sex tour of Thailand was better.

Gatekeeper posted:

I remember a chubby girl with big old emo glasses and Super mario tattoos on her wrists who was murdered when a guy dressed up like her roommate and pretended to be feeding the cats or something and then STABBO and the chubby girl died alone and chubby and SA was filled with goondolences but I've never heard anyone ever mention it again so I'm not positive on this.

serious norman posted:

RIP

Minimalist Program posted:

he went to syria, lied about being a medic and performed operations on wounded and dying people who trusted him with their life. He also went there to shoot other people so that they died. Then he got caught and tortured and died, and I'm glad.

bollig posted:

Somebody pointed out that there was a mental illness he may have had that could/would have been cured by the fasting he would have gone through in the torture chamber. So he may have just snapped out of it like that.

Minimalist Program posted:

he went to syria, lied about being a medic and performed operations on wounded and dying people who trusted him with their life. He also went there to shoot other people so that they died. Then he got caught and tortured and died, and I'm glad.

serious norman posted:

RIP

Fonzarelli posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Be-QXSTOLx4 Caro sniping

Hobohemian posted:

Borky, but I've never seen it confirmed.

Disgusting Coward posted:

Who was that really odious dude from, like, 2001-2003 who had an avatar of a gun firing, and he died of some really stupid bullshit where he got an infected cut and didn't treat it and it killed him?

Mnemosyne posted:

As I recall, his name was Icyfang or Icefang, or something close. I believe he was the first known goon death. I also don't recall him being odious?

And yeah, he died of an infected cut on his finger.

Tsinava posted:

rip ts12

your suicide note was really bad

your life was a little sad

you tried hard and cared a lot and made a lot of lovely people mad

quote:

I suppose, in a lot of ways, this was how it was meant to end. The water tried to take me once and I’m drawn back to this day. Especially on a day like today.

There is a certain sense of irony involved in choosing to end my life in the one thing that’s always pushing forward. Even in this awful polluted bay, the water licks the seaweed and barnacle-covered pieces of rock. There’s some tortured metaphor in everything isn’t there?

When I was in elementary school, I often wondered if I’d get to be like Dad. I spent hours imagining my own reconstructed version of those stories. Initially, the base of these dreams was King Arthur. Endeared by months spent on that bed reading back and forth with mom, then it turned to Zelda, a black and white Gameboy game. The landmarks of St. Maarten all became transplants from that 2” by 2” screen. By the end of 2nd grade, however, it became your stories dad. All those years reading and imagining developed into that one strong fanciful King Arthur of New York. There is a special level of humility to all those tales. The triumphs and failings of a damaged man, certainly no less broken than the rest of us, but human, none the less.

My dreams and hopes have shifted since then, but that base has always been there. King Malone in the Volvo P1800 (with the broken headlights). These days, I’ve become more tired of remembering the past and wondering about the future. I’ve slowly watched that future collapse in on itself whether by my own actions or those of others and now I’m simply tired. My future is rubble and while below that rubble, there is still a foundation, my arms are weak and my tools are broken. My job is gone, relationships strained, and mugshot posted. Entropy is a funny thing I suppose. A house of stone may take a millennia to collapse, but it will collapse. Unfortunately, it would appear the imaginary building blocks of my future were far less sturdy.

Even absent that natural collapse, the sexual assault was too much. There was no adequate form of preparation available for that and no repair afterwards. What began as an earnest effort to help on the part of Amherst, became an emotionless hand washing. In those places I should’ve received help, I saw none. I suppose there are many possible reasons for this. But in the end, I’m still here and so too is that night. I hold no ill will nor do I place an iota of blame upon my family. I blame a society that remains unwilling to address sexual assault and rape. One that pays some object form of lip service to the idea of sexual crimes while working its hardest to marginalize its victims. One where the first question a college president can pose to me, regarding my own assault is, “Have you handled your drinking problem?”

My story is far from exceptional in this regard. Every two minutes there is another victim. 97% of rapists will never spend a day in jail. 1 in every 6 woman in the US has been a victim of rape and 1 in 33 men. Despite this, every awful myth about rape persists. Society will continue to blame women for the clothes they wear (despite hard evidence showing no link) and continue to say, “You shouldn’t have been there” when 73% of rapes are committed by non strangers and more than 50% take place within one mile of the victims home. (4 in 10 take place at their home) Sexual crime is viewed as inconsequential unless the fabled “dark alley with a gun” assault occurs and even then, women face the eternal, “why were you there? What were you wearing?” badgering.

To hear men and women speak of our culture as some Feminazi PC nightmare is embarrassing. To act as though we are not to be held accountable for our words and language is even worse. Free speech has never nor will it ever mean immunity from criticism. Words and languages have meaning. If you don’t think what you say or how you phrase it matters, look up Frank Luntz. The next time you carelessly use the N-word or any other derogatory term, the next time you call some man a bitch or a pussy, try to think about the repercussions of casual slurs. If you’re angry about political correctness or whatever other worthless phrase you feel is necessary, ask yourself why you feel not only entitled to the usage of slurs but compelled to. Read some real freaking feminist literature and stop listening to Rush Limbaugh too. “Feminism is for Everybody” by bell hooks is a good start.

Sorry I ranted a bit, but please have someone read the last two paragraphs to whomever comes to say goodbye. I love all of you and I know this will hurt you more than anything else I could have done, but I’m tired and the water looks beautiful. Pithy a statement as it may be, “suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem” is certainly accurate. I’d take my own advice, but I stopped listening nine months and six days ago.

Mom, I’m sure you will blame yourself for any number of things, but I want you to know it is not nor was it ever your fault. If it were not for you, dad, Dan, Callan, and everyone else, I never would have lasted this long. I love you more than I will ever be able to tell you. Please go to Costa Rica. You deserve every minute of it. Besides, I hear they pack your lunch for you in heaven.

Dad, I imagine this will hit you the hardest . I want you to know that I still have that dream. Even if I’ll never get to see it. Please take care of your health. Callan will need you and so will everyone else. I love you dad.

Dan, Sorry about the $300. I’d pay you back if I could. You were right about most of the things you told me and I’m sorry that you’ll have to buy a ticket down as well. Take a break please. Find some way to spend time with everyone. I love you I’m sorry.

Callan, What happened over the last week has nothing to do with this, if nothing else, it was one helluva way to end it. Please study and work, You’re every bit as capable as I ever was. You can finish what I couldn’t. Spend the time you need to, please get A’s. I always wanted to name a son after dad and if you could for me, I’d be thankful. You are by no means required or even expected to. Do what you want to. Pet the dog too, she’s very nice. I love you Callan. You’re a beautiful girl and going to be a stunning woman. Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise. Listen to dad and write down his stories cause I never could.

Sheng, Sorry I fell out of touch dude. You’re a great guy and I’m sorry that I’ll miss the parties. Make them count for me and even if it annoys you, try to take some Women and genders study classes. Tell nick I say hey (or bye I guess) as well. I’m not drunk enough to rant about politics right now, sorry. Either way, it meant more than you will ever know that you were such a good friend to me when I got back to Amherst.

Nathan- Freshman, you’re far too nice for your own good. No one dude, should be so willing to listen and talk. Sorry that I can’t give you the full story now, but I imagine the police report is funny as hell. Keep reading and do something important. Do me a favor and tell Sara Simonsson that my fake ID came in as well.

Everyone else, I’m sorry, my hand is falling off. If we were friends, remember me for at least a week or so. Please listen to what I said about sexual assault. There are millions more just like me that need help and no, someone who is drunk cannot give consent, fuckers.

Remember me however you’d like. I hope it’s a positive memory. If not, I swear to god I will haunt you. I don’t know how that works, but I figure I’ll have plenty of time to figure it out. Lead a good life, everyone.

The water looks beautiful

Suicide Sam E. posted:

Evil Muppet. He loved cattes.

Cabot. He was a cat, I think.

raditts posted:

- Wasn't there a guy who was like mentally ill who asked TFR for advice on guns and proceeded to use that advice to kill his neighbors and then himself?

Cthulu Carl posted:

You're gonna have to narrow it down a bit more.

IzzyFnStradlin posted:

Tony Homo posted:

I'm not sure if it counts but 2 years ago had a widow maker heart attack at age 44 and died for 2 minutes. Luckily I felt the chest pains and was able to dial 911 before I died. Paramedics were able to shock me back. You will never be rid of me. That's how much I love these boards. Hell doesn't have SA so didn't want to go yet.

Tardcore posted:

There was that one goon, Ninjaorca or something like that, who had an aneurism or was in a car crash.

client posted:

lol no he was he retard fucker

Tony Homo posted:

I'm not sure if it counts but 2 years ago had a widow maker heart attack at age 44 and died for 2 minutes. Luckily I felt the chest pains and was able to dial 911 before I died. Paramedics were able to shock me back. You will never be rid of me. That's how much I love these boards. Hell doesn't have SA so didn't want to go yet.

Disgusting Coward posted:

Who was that really odious dude from, like, 2001-2003 who had an avatar of a gun firing, and he died of some really stupid bullshit where he got an infected cut and didn't treat it and it killed him?