I got that impression because your writing in your first post is clear and spare, and your user name begins with an N, which I associate with No and...
I could be completely misremembering, but there was also a discussion by the moderators about his death threats (to cracka, I believe), although that...
I was born in a time before time near the westernly breezes of the Atlantic. The tigers, upon witnessing my prodigous soul, kneeled, and I rose as their king, though yet a babe. They, having taken me as their friend and commander, reared me well; I suckled their milk and wrestled their kits. Yea, and I became wise; sitting under the moon, I became intelligent, and I endeavored to learn more of the world. Seeing the great stores of knowledge which my race had stored up, I embarked on a quest to study human culture and knowledge. Thereafter I bought legal identification documents from some seedy-looking lesbians, and soon planted myself in a province of Ameristan, then under the bloody regime of the warlord Bush, apparently (to the unwashed) just as much a normal citizen of my host country as thou or he or they. And so treat me well, lest I write a scathing criticism of thy culture, and you all shall be passed up by all the anthropological tourists.
There were two “Reigns of Terror,” if we would remember it and consider it; the one wrought murder in hot passion, the other in heartless cold blood; the one lasted mere months, the other had lasted a thousand years; the one inflicted death upon ten thousand persons, the other upon a hundred millions; but our shudders are all for the “horrors” of the minor Terror, the momentary Terror, so to speak; whereas, what is the horror of swift death by the ax compared with lifelong death by slow fire at the stake? A city cemetery could contain the coffins filled by that brief Terror which we all been so diligently taught to shiver at and mourn over; but all France could hardly contain the coffins filled by the older and real Terror—that unspeakably bitter and awful Terror which none of us has been taught to see in its vastness or pity as it deserves.
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