Post by Akbar Le Grey on Oct 29, 2006 10:04:34 GMT -5
October 29th - November 5th.
Editor-in-Chief: Akbar Le Grey.
Sub-editor: Linda*.
Contributors: PJ*, Sixteen*, BSam, Descartes, J., une femme auteur anonyme, He.
Published by 667er Publications, ltd.
A subsidiary of the 667er Group.
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From sycophancy to outright rebellion, many responses to ADR’s new administration have been observed during these past weeks. Every where you look, it seems she’s either fending off accusations, or everyone else is finding more issues about her administration and rules. What has she done to stir up so much controversy, and what exactly are people saying? That’s what this cover story is going to tell you about.
ACTIONS.[/u]
By Descartes.
In just two weeks, All Due Respect, 667 Dark Avenue's new administrator, has made quite a few changes. She has appointed three moderators as a replacement of two, and is in the process of looking for a new g-mod. She is talking about making boards sub-boards and sub-boards boards and whatnot. And not to mention the large arguments that have been created.
Snicketface, beloved moderator of GGreetings, was grounded some time ago. She asked the DD's to keep an eye on the board, and suggested to Tragedy that there be a temporary moderator as she did not know how long she would be gone for.
When All Due Respect was made the administrator of the forum, she made Triangle Eyes the new moderator of GGreetings after a mere question of whether she could be the moderator or not. This caused quite a bit of controversy. All Due Respect then put Amanda up as a moderator for the same board.
Because our new administrator thought that Trish was not doing her job as one of the two moderators of MMisc, J. was named the the replacement and is now a moderator.
As a change to the if-you-ask-you're-a-mod-now-system, All Due Respect set up a poll of options to be a new Detestable Deputy. The options were suggested by Linda.
After a request by Gigi that the poll last longer and a request from Twistedbrain to be on the poll, ADR made a new poll.
As of now, the options are Libitina, Linda Rahldeen, Jemima, A., Dupin, Amanda, Deanna, and twistedbrain. Dupin, winner of the 667 Apprentice, who would’ve been gmod had he not left in the summer due to his fight with Kate and Ann, is currently in the lead, with 38.8% of the vote. Linda is close behind with 36.1%.
REACTIONS
By J.
Come on, everyone, it's Trag's fault
I think there’s a new admin on 667 or something. I haven’t been paying attention.
A lot of people are complaining. Someone created an account called theresistance, which is now deleted, to post messages about our impending doom. Others, like Dellagatta, are alright with ADR. "she's not great but i will defend her against those more stupid than her. unfortunately, withg the current mood of the forum, that includes most of the forum,” BSam says. “i feel kinda bad being against ddescartes and other people i otherwise like, but seriously, they are being fungdarks.” Akbar admits that ADR has been taking steps towards a democracy, and Michael, the renowned admin of TQW, finds Trag’s resignation as well as his method of appointing a new admin “weird.”
Don't be mad at All Due Respect for being clever. Be mad at Trag for being a LAZY COWARD. That's right, Trag, you're a LAZY COWARD. I mean, A BUSY COWARD. The mystery wasn't the best way to choose a new admin, but it's Trag's fault, not ADR's.
It could be worse. Snicket could have won. Should we not be grateful that Snicket is not our admin?
An admin was hardly even necessary for 667. It’s a rather simple, self-sufficient board. If we’re all mature, the board will still remain as it has been the past few months. If we all revolt and start whining, then the board will be even more interesting than it has been the past few months. So, either way, we win.
I think the boards will be okay if we are granted a democracy and if ADR changes the background every New Year, for old time’s sake.
CONCLUSION[/u]
By Akbar Le Grey
The right to criticize is, as we are constantly being reminded, every person’s right in a democracy. 667, on the other hand, is not a democracy. Still, being a pretty cantankerous bunch, the 667ers still take it upon themselves to constantly magee about the administration. Tragedy had his detractors and criticisms; it’s not unique to ADR. We got used to Trag after a while; he was, after all, our founder. ADR, however, has been foisted upon the forum, and there’s really nothing 667 can do about it apart from critique her rule. So we better get used to it.
-Descartes, J., Akbar Le Grey.
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Gather round, boys and girls and those whose profiles do not specify your gender, and listen to this story which may bear a coincidental resemblance to some recent events...
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom known as Due Respect. It got its name from the constant politeness of its inhabitants, which was legendary. Ancient laws, created by the first monarchs of this kingdom, forbade the mention of anything controversial, offensive, or crude within its borders. The kingdom's citizens were forbidden to hold protests, speak the names of extremist groups, or insult each other with anything worse than a few traditional and meaningless phrases about juiceboxes-- and only in jest, of course. They wore blindfolds while they bathed and referred to everything associated with reproduction as "you-know-what". It was not known what became of lawbreakers in Due Respect, but no one was allowed to speculate on this either.
A princess called Bella was born in this kingdom one day. Bella's beauty was indescribable(because I cannot find a photograph of her anywhere). She lived in a palace made of polished white stone, and had many necklaces of pearl and diamond and a winged unicorn who defended the palace from polite peasant rebellions. Yet Bella was bored-- ruling this kingdom was very little work at all. She begged her father to allow her to travel to another kingdom. So she set off for the kingdom of Darvenue, ruled by Prince Tragedy, to stay for a few years. Obeying her kingdom's traditions of diplomacy, Bella brought the Prince a painting she had made, a strange image containing a fish-man and a girl on a slide. He hung it in his black-walled palace for all to see, and seemed like a kind fellow to Bella.
One aspect of Darvenue was very mysterious. A magical box-- items like this are always magical in stories like this-- engraved with odd words and numbers would appear at various places in the kingdom. One day it'd be outside the vast library, the next it'd be down near the Miscellaneous Gardens or near Tragedy's palace, seeming to move when no one was looking. Bella saw people trying to open it, with incantations, passwords, and chainsaws, but no one knew what was inside. This was very strange indeed-- no one in Due Respect kept secrets, or at least if they did they did not tell others they were keeping secrets.
However, Bella could tell that the kingdom of Darvenue was still stranger, and much more frightening than her home. It seemed eerie and gloomy, and what sounded like argument could be heard in the streets. Even the magic box generated argument; a young man with a turban often stood on street corners, ranting about how it was a sign of the government's corruption in his strange accent. The gloomiest place of all seemed to be a vast building that looked like a town hall, with a great sign above its door reading "Hall of Disturbance". A smaller sign on this building said "Abandon hope of comfort, ye who enter easily offended". Bella was curious, and couldn't avoid looking in.
In this building, a crowd of people sat at long tables, all engaged in debate. A young woman who might have been a judge sat at a high desk at the back of the room; she seemed to be either listening thoughtfully or asleep. Listening, Bella heard words and ideas she'd never known of before, or had only been told about vaguely. There was much anger and controversy here, and worst of all, she knew they were discussing.... you-know-what. Bella said "I don't think you should be discussing these things...", catching the attention of the judge across the room. The judge banged her gavel and directed Bella to a stone tablet carved with the rules of debate; though the rules encouraged politeness, Bella was shocked that they did not forbid discussing offensive things.
She ran from the Hall of Disturbance and to Darvenue's houses of government. There, she attempted to speak to Prince Tragedy, but he would not listen to her. Bella did not give up, though; she wrote petitions and spoke to local officials. But her efforts were in vain-- the cruel Darvenuans seemed desperate to keep controversy alive in their kingdom. All of the debaters from the Hall, and many passers-by, were united in argument against her. She heard many long speeches, the longest of all from the judge, and eventually decided to give up. Bella ran into the streets of Darvenue, trembling.
But then she saw the magic box. Today it had moved to a location near the houses of government, and was engraved with what seemed to be musical notes. Bella stared at it curiously, and then a magical dove-- birds who appear at times like this in these stories are always magical, too-- descended from the heavens and perched on the box's lid. It began singing a tune that Bella knew by several names. Having nothing better to do, she recited them all at the box, as she'd seem people recite spells and passwords at it.
The box opened, and a sparkly but harmless wave of magic came forth from it, along with a great crown that looked just like Prince Tragedy's. "Congratulations!" said a magical voice. Bella put on the crown, and immediately found that she was wearing a dress even finer than the one she already wore, embroidered with the pinstripes and eyes of Darvenue royalty. Prince Tragedy appeared, no longer wearing his crown. He announced to the assembled Darvenue citizens that he was retiring. Before they knew it, he was flying on his private jet to a faraway island, where he gave up all his material possessions and drank coconut milk, and cooked his seafood dinners over a fire made from the hate mail that eventually reached him.
Bella was now the only princess of Darvenue, and knew that she had to be a great ruler. She made the magical box her "suggestion box", which destroyed all suggestions that she would think unwise or impolite. Yet everyone protested against her, and they weren't even polite about it! When she attempted to appoint a new and more cheerful Gatekeeper for the Greetings Gate and a new and less dirty-minded gardener for Miscellaneous Gardens, people argued with her. When she suggested demolishing the Tolkien Memorial because it was depressing to mention the dead, there were protests. The judge from the Hall of Disturbance criticized her, the turbaned man slandered her, the former Gatekeeper snarled at her, and a number of impolite peasants attacked her. She tried to write letters to Prince Tragedy, but he never replied. Princess Bella put several of the peasants in jail, including one with a notable interest in German history, but this only made the remaining ones angrier. Strange posters and graffiti, urging revolution, appeared all over the kingdom.
One day, it seemed that the entire population of Darvenue was protesting, storming Bella's palace faster than she could stop them. She tried to silence the crowd by explaining herself-- "I have tried my best to make this place more polite, and to keep controversy and offense out of it!"
But a girl stepped forward from the crowd. She was wearing an outfit which made her look both distinctive and unrecognizable, a long black coat and a hat with a veil that hid her face. (Although it was clear that she was very beautiful under her disguise, even if no one could tell for sure who she was.) The mysterious figure said, "But isn't that contradictory? Look at all the fuss and controversy and offense you have created. It's not polite to force everyone to be polite all the time." The crowd cheered at their unidentified protester.
In a satirical sci-fi novel Bella would have died in a puff of logic, but in this story she was merely confused and shocked. She looked to the magical box for inspiration, but it clearly had outlived its use as a plot device. The kingdom was ruined, and Bella was in despair. Finally, she looked at the painting that she had sent Prince Tragedy, still hanging in his palace, and remembered something. As the citizens watched in confusion, she tore it from the wall and revealed a whistle hidden behind it. Bella blew the whistle, and instantly her winged unicorn appeared. While it could not defend her against such impolite rebellions, it carried her across the seas to a faraway island, possibly the same one Prince Tragedy was on, though that doesn't matter. The rest of the kingdom lived happily and anarchically ever after, while the veiled girl watched in silence.
Moral: When you make a wreck of something you gain by good luck alone, only good luck can save you.
-Une femme auteur anonyme.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY M.!
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ZAVI!