Don't talk to me like you're my father, and don't you dare accuse me of being an "a***ole" towards Andrew. Andrew is the boss, and you are not. So stop trying to act like one.
People like you are the reason I've decided not to be a father in the first place: because you don't listen, or in this instance, read
the words in front of you. I said that I
did something like this before, it caused an issue, and I
harped on it too, thus I
felt like an a-hole when it was said and done. Whether or not you can stop, look back on this, and understand what it is you're doing that's annoying the crap out of everyone or not will determine how you see yourself once this topic dies.
Between this and the way you acted on your Kwaidan
thread, you're either the type of person who repeats their case over and over and over until everyone agrees with you or gets bored and moves on (again, been there, done that, still felt like an ass afterward), or you just keep pushing your point because you need the attention. The latter of which is epitomized perfectly by the aforementioned Kwaidan
thread, in which you just repeatedly posted new responses to to keep it near the top of the forum until the thread was locked. And after the thread was locked? You started a new thread arguing with Andrew that he needed to unlock the original thread because you insisted that it was relevant!
Either way you're getting your attention now, much like a pimple on prom night or my friend's 3 year-old does when he wants a candy bar at the supermarket. If you want to avoid getting your posts deleted (this is, what, the second in less than a week after whatever your MySpace thread was supposed to be about?), maybe you should start running your ideas past one of the moderators first if you're not sure whether your ideas of what's acceptable are contrary to the forum's TOS. Whatever the case, respond to me how you like after this, but in lieu of an "ignore" button, I'm now going to hypnotize myself to be blind to your posts. Done.
On another note, much as it pains me to type this (it's literally making my fingers turn black and cracked), if you're reading this Menard, my apologies.