A lucid explanation of an earlier thread...

[telkanuru]

Does anyone get the idea that every time FF posts something, he does this?

[fatfencer]

1. It was clear that you have not made an argument in response to any proposition I have advanced..
2. It was you who first got beat up in a parking lot.
3. I just copied and pasted your text about glissing.
4. You don't seem so keen about it now that you have a taker.

1) arguments dont come just to satisfy propositions. In fact, rhetorically speaking, any proposition, included those that are made by inflection thru querying, without supporting evidence and clear well reasoned sentiment attached are deemed fallacious and non valid.

2) again you assert but never prove.

3) doesnt make debatesmanship a word.

4) No no no, please dont misunderstand. I'll HAPPILY whip your ass. Just save up that $100.00 I've never liked the military. In fact I CERTAINLY hate their pompous, arrogant kind more than I ever did a Jew. Consider yourself my *****. Start training now. You only have to avoid getting knocked out in the ring for 3 minutes. 3 LOOOOOOOOOONG minutes.

And yes, you are a pussy.

FF

[erooMynohtnA]

Get ready for my JEW JITSU!

[fatfencer]

Admittedly that was funny... but Im still going to have to beat that behind of yours in the cage match.

Maybe you can borrow some money($100.00) from Jeff. Interest rates might be high though.

Jewjitsu.... jeebus cripes.

FF

[DavidX]

what i want to know is


where are the pictures of fatfencer?

all i see in my head when i'm perusing over his posts is that gigantic white flabby computer using thing from the first Blade movie.

ff - you ever do any acting?

[telkanuru]

Why, he acts like an idiot daily!

[fatfencer]

what i want to know is


where are the pictures of fatfencer?

all i see in my head when i'm perusing over his posts is that gigantic white flabby computer using thing from the first Blade movie.

ff - you ever do any acting?

Ironically no you little deutschbach... I did train my cousin and he apprenticed with Stunts Unlimited and was actually in the movie Collateral with Tom Cruise. He was a stunt guy in an Asian bar who gets shot in the head.

As for that guy in blade. that's what I USED to look like. I'm not FF because Im fat NOW, but because I was 240-ish. about 7 years ago. Got down to 179 now back up to 205 and holding for over a year now.

All things being equal my ideal fencing weight is about 15 lbs less muscle than my fighting weight at 205. Just cant carry that much muscle around for a linear sport like fencing over that kind of time. If I'm 205 and in shape I can carry a blitz pace for almost an hour which is what one needs for a cage fight.

Fatfencer

[erooMynohtnA]

I saw a girl standing there at the NAC venue after winning it. She looked like a Victoria Secret model but hotter. Way hotter. I figured I could drop my standards to allow her just this once. "My name is fatfencer," I replied introductorally. She eyed me up and down.
"I have no idea why they would call you fatfencer because you are so skinny and attractive." She said in the biggest understatement ever.
"Why don't we get out of here?" I suggested suggestively.
"Ok, but there's just one thing you need to know. I'm the president's daughter."

As we moved to the entrance 100 ninjas jumped out from their hiding places. "Why don't the remaining 100 of you also jump out" I said calmly. They drew their swords as I adjusted my fine Italian suit given to me by that hot woman a couple seconds ago that I was now wearing because it was a secret agent suit and you can put it on really fast. "Let's do this," I said as I lit a cigarette and held it daringly.

They all rushed at me. I threw a punch and knocked out fifty. I took their swords and cut down the remaining ninjas except one. "Now you tell all the USFA pussies who sent you that I'm the best martial artist on the internet" I said while blowing the smoke into his face from the cigarette I never put down because I killed all those guys with one hand. That ninja also died because he was allergic to cigarette smoke, but I knew that and did it anyway. Nice.

Back at the hotel after that woman and I had finished making love for 56 straight hours I was getting myself a Red Bull Cola when she came up behind me with a knife. I wasn't surprised. I had seen this coming 57 hours ago. I adjusted my Italian suit and said, without turning, "I know you're not really the president's daughter."
"How did you know that, fatfencer!?" She replied, shocked. She was making the face that one girl made in the Matrix when they were hacking the mainframe.
"Because I'm the PRESIDENT!" I said coolly as I smoothly kicked her in the chest gracefully, as I said the word president. She sailed across the executive suite and out the window and over the extra luxurious balcony built just for me and plummeted to her death like in that movie the In the Line of Duty but better.
"You know what they say, honey," I replied wittily "caveat emptor." as I adjusted my other, even nicer, Italian suit.

[telkanuru]

[thereom4]

I saw a girl standing there at the NAC venue after winning it. She looked like a Victoria Secret model but hotter. Way hotter. I figured I could drop my standards to allow her just this once. "My name is fatfencer," I replied introductorally. She eyed me up and down.
"I have no idea why they would call you fatfencer because you are so skinny and attractive." She said in the biggest understatement ever.
"Why don't we get out of here?" I suggested suggestively.
"Ok, but there's just one thing you need to know. I'm the president's daughter."

As we moved to the entrance 100 ninjas jumped out from their hiding places. "Why don't the remaining 100 of you also jump out" I said calmly. They drew their swords as I adjusted my fine Italian suit given to me by that hot woman a couple seconds ago that I was now wearing because it was a secret agent suit and you can put it on really fast. "Let's do this," I said as I lit a cigarette and held it daringly.

They all rushed at me. I threw a punch and knocked out fifty. I took their swords and cut down the remaining ninjas except one. "Now you tell all the USFA pussies who sent you that I'm the best martial artist on the internet" I said while blowing the smoke into his face from the cigarette I never put down because I killed all those guys with one hand. That ninja also died because he was allergic to cigarette smoke, but I knew that and did it anyway. Nice.

Back at the hotel after that woman and I had finished making love for 56 straight hours I was getting myself a Red Bull Cola when she came up behind me with a knife. I wasn't surprised. I had seen this coming 57 hours ago. I adjusted my Italian suit and said, without turning, "I know you're not really the president's daughter."
"How did you know that, fatfencer!?" She replied, shocked. She was making the face that one girl made in the Matrix when they were hacking the mainframe.
"Because I'm the PRESIDENT!" I said coolly as I smoothly kicked her in the chest gracefully, as I said the word president. She sailed across the executive suite and out the window and over the extra luxurious balcony built just for me and plummeted to her death like in that movie the In the Line of Duty but better.
"You know what they say, honey," I replied wittily "caveat emptor." as I adjusted my other, even nicer, Italian suit.

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!! cough* cough* ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!

[fatfencer]

Not too far from the truth. Something like that actually happened....

FF

PS: you can shift all you like. In the end, I just hope you have your hundred bucks.

[I_luv_saber]

I saw a girl standing there at the NAC venue after winning it. {snip}

There aren't many occasions that I remember to rep people later because I can't at the time. This will be an exception!

I also owe you some, telk... that pic never gets old no matter how many times I see it!

[jeff]

I got a very angry PM from FF. I obviously touched a nerve. Just to set some things straight:

First, the trivial and silly bits.

- Nobody got beaten up in the parking lot. Cute.

- FF is delusional. I never claimed to be an "internal artist", and long ago stated my limited bona fides: 6 or so years Kung Fu, 1 or 2 of Tai Chi, and a year of Hapkido. It's all out on f.net archives. Tony, too bad for you if you imagined I claimed otherwise. I know you have a lot of ego invested in your claim to being the MA superstar - hence the big deal about "fencing not being a martial art". Frankly, if Tai Chi is an MA, or the Shaolin forms I did empty-hand and with sword for several years (I was intermediate level, but not black belt), then fencing sure as heck is a lot more martial. But really, go ahead and hold onto your little ego booster. It means a great deal to you.

- I expected FF to be a fat teenager. Fat, because of his nickname. Teenaged, because of his posts. Imagine my surprise. He's not really that fat.

- Yes, we did shake hands. FF has a limp fish handshake. I expect he'll overcompensate next time and squeeze real hard to show what a tough guy he is. What a baby to make a big deal over handshakes, with his mumbo jumbo claim to be able to read my chi from that, or whatever he's trying to say.

- I'm short, but not that short. FF understates my height by a few inches. We're about the same height so I can't imagine what he's carrying on about. In any case: so what?

- When I told him who I was his eyes got really wide as it dawned on him. It looked like "oh ****, somebody I've mouthed off to is in front of me". It wasn't laughter in his face, it was a little teeny bit of embarrassment. Whatever.

- The car ride was because poor FF didn't have a working car so asked me for a lift from the club. Next time, rent a car if you can afford to, because I'll never give you a lift again. The way you worded it, FF, "during our ride home together" might give people the wrong impression. I'm surprised nobody jumped all over that. Sweet Jesus, that's the last thing I want anyone to think. Correcting that misimpression is enough reason to respond.

- Yeah, I'm in my fifties. FF, some day you will be too if you're lucky. If I thought for one minute that I was dependant on you for being accepted at the club I would go elsewhere. As it is, you're not doing me a favor. I raise the level of foil there: I beat every foilist in the club, but beating you is easier than most - you're in the bottom half of the small number of adult foilists of the club, just above 70 year old Elio. We fenced in one pool. I beat you then, in my first competition after a year where I hardly fenced at all. The other times were at the club with those big margins. I am a completely higher class of fencer than you, Tony. At your age, I was ten times the fencer you are. While we're at it: stop giving advice to the beginning fencers: you don't know what you're talking about. And show more respect to your seniors, including Elio: 20 years ago he would have wiped the floor with you too.

Okay, that part's done. Note that FF immediately had to go for a childish personal attack, as if attacking me this way has anything to do with the serious issues. "Ooh, I'll try to attack his manhood as a response to a post on politics". At least nobody should think we "drove home together.

Now for the serious stuff.

If it was just politics, and FF said something like "AIPAC is too influential and pushes the US into biased policy", a bunch of people could just say "yeah, I think so too". I sure would - it's a no-brainer. But, he has to go off with his racist slurs.

I'm not completely convinced that FF's a racist, but "where there's smoke, there's fire", and he sure does enjoy spewing racist and homophobic remarks. Look at the opening post of this thread, where he approvingly quotes an open self-proclaimed bigot, and following posts where he uses homophobic and anti-black taunts as well as anti-Semitic ones. Tony: you own that. What comes out of your pie-hole is your responsibility. And it's not just a matter of form, it's content too. For goodness sake, read Inq's post (#66 in this thread). He hits it right on the money quoting your own distrust/dislike of entire groups and pointing out that is the actual definition of racism.

Let's go back to when FF claimed that "intellectual faggotry" is an academic term at Why America supports the Jews/Israel
Just go read the claims he makes while responding to fencerchica's "please stop throwing around anti-gay slur words like this". Well, I call BS on it. Google the expression "intellectual faggotry" - and from the entire planet, the above post by FF is the first hit. The other hits are people using variations on it as a slur. If this was a term in academia as he claimed you would see it somewhere, but nope. So, he just made that up from scratch, like "gliss", to give him an excuse for using a slur word. When you really get down to it, that's what FF's all about: insulting people by whatever means possible, and using slurs whenever they're available.

I think he just really likes being offensive. It's just a big game, and if he upsets somebody, he feels he's won. That's really pathetic.

FF: I'll make it really plain in small words: I don't care what you think of my "martial abilities" - I haven't worn a gi in 7 years. I don't care what you think of my height or age either. I don't even particularly care about your political thoughts. What I find awful is the disrespect you show for other people, and the race baiting and gay baiting smears you use.


EDIT: I was at a hotel in "Korea Way" in NYC over the weekend. Not a problem, just normal people of another ethnicity visiting or being a part of the city. Diverse is good.

EDIT EDIT: Add reference to Inq's post.

[fatfencer]

[QUOTE=jeff;802462]

- When I told him who I was his eyes got really wide as it dawned on him. It looked like "oh ****, somebody I've mouthed off to is in front of me". It wasn't laughter in his face, it was a little teeny bit of embarrassment. Whatever.

I was ashamed for you. I took your offer for the ride as a sign of apology, whcih you did give me in the car for your 'over argumentation on martial arts topics'......

- Yeah, I'm in my fifties. FF, some day you will be too if you're lucky. If I thought for one minute that I was dependant on you for being accepted at the club I would go elsewhere.

Thats not what I said or meant. Merely that I welcomed you before and after I knew who you were. A pompous, arrogant guy who argued vehemently on martial arts topics.. something you clearly, comparatively speaking, know very little about. In other words i caught you being Internet Macho but was nice enough not to laugh at you publicly.

As it is, you're not doing me a favor. I raise the level of foil there: I beat every foilist in the club, but beating you is easier than most - you're in the bottom half of the small number of adult foilists of the club, just above 70 year old Elio. We fenced in one pool. I beat you then, in my first competition after a year where I hardly fenced at all. The other times were at the club with those big margins. I am a completely higher class of fencer than you, Tony.

Not really but, I wont get my redress until i return in October. Oh, I'm pretty sure nearly everyone in the club has beat you too. We've only fenced 2 DE's. Its not hard to raise the level of a club that has 5-7 regular foilists.

At your age, I was ten times the fencer you are. While we're at it: stop giving advice to the beginning fencers: you don't know what you're talking about.

No, I do know what i'm talking about and many of them benefit from my advice. And no... you werent 10 times the fencer I am when you were my age. And you are in no position there to tell me what to do, not in terms of seniority at the club nor in terms of absolute skill. I'll be sure to tell Chris Marchant and Drew Moseley just how little you think of their skill too.

And show more respect to your seniors, including Elio: 20 years ago he would have wiped the floor with you too.

He doesnt now, and neither do you. And remember. I actually LIKE Elio. 2 DE's doesnt really prove much of anything. Dont you worry. Ill be back in the fall.

If it was just politics, and FF said something like "AIPAC is too influential and pushes the US into biased policy", a bunch of people could just say "yeah, I think so too". I sure would - it's a no-brainer.

That's exactly what I DID do... at whcih point you and Hauptman called me an anti-Semite....which is why I went off on you and he.. vicious circle we call that.

But, he has to go off with his racist slurs.

Yep...

Let's go back to when FF claimed that "intellectual faggotry" is an academic term at Why America supports the Jews/Israel
Just go read the claims he makes while responding to fencerchica's "please stop throwing around anti-gay slur words like this". Well, I call BS on it. Google the expression "intellectual faggotry" - and from the entire planet, the above post by FF is the first hit. The other hits are people using variations on it as a slur.

I never said, if you'd go back and PLEASE reread, that it was an 'academic term'. but rather it is a term I use to describe what happened in academia. It's quite obviously a slur.... duh!!!

If this was a term in academia as he claimed you would see it somewhere, but nope. So, he just made that up from scratch, like "gliss", to give him an excuse for using a slur word. When you really get down to it, that's what FF's all about: insulting people by whatever means possible, and using slurs whenever they're available.

No no but WHEN I am insulted I tend to be worse about it than my opponent. You'd think that'd make them pause for a second. But they keep coming... and so likewise.

I think he just really likes being offensive. It's just a big game, and if he upsets somebody, he feels he's won. That's really pathetic.

Guess it depends... if its an insult contest then yes. I spose Ill feel some glee. But if we were trying to get somewhere and you ruined a thread with a direct slur towards me... then well you get whats coming.

FF: I'll make it really plain in small words: I don't care what you think of my "martial abilities" - I haven't worn a gi in 7 years. I don't care what you think of my height or age either. I don't even particularly care about your political thoughts. What I find awful is the disrespect you show for other people, and the race baiting and gay baiting smears you use.

How convenient. Now that you've met me its impossible for you to continue arguing about martial arts.... why dont you try intellectual honesty for a change and say "yeah, now that I met you I realize I was probably mistaken about a few things in re MA." That would serve you better with me than this diatribe.

As for the fencing. I'll see you in October. Well see next year just how dominant of a fencer you are. You can bet I'll put you to the test.... and I'll be writing about the results regardless of what they are.

When people say the **** you've said over the years about MA and turn out to be a pathetic old man that cant fight their way out of a paper bag.... then yes you are going to get your fair share. You can bet all next year ill be telling everyone some of that stuff youve said.

AS for the rest, its usually a case of someone insulting me and me being worse in response. A suggestion. Don't insult me and then, I likely wont insult you.

FF

[telkanuru]

Jeff-

Why are you still here?

Everyone else agrees with you, and you're not convincing him.

What is there to win?

[Wingate85]

But I still do not know why he calls himself a fencer. He is mediocre at best while the Jews/Israelis that he hates are doing pretty well. Just this past weekend my friend Tomer (MF) was 2nd in Montreal, Marat (ME) 13th (missed the 8 by a touch), and Noam Mills(WE) 26th. Not bad for a country the size of NJ.

[erooMynohtnA]

I was walking past a deli after winning the fencing championship of the world when I heard someone say "the fencing in Israel is not bad for a country the size of NJ."
"You take that back," I cried suavely, not like a woman crying, but like a yell.
"No." He said, as he stood and faced me in the worst decision of his life. I first adjusted my fine Italian suit then double-reverse kicked him in the face and sent his teeth flying out the back of head like a blasting shotgun blast. Into his terrorist friend. Who was a terrorist.

As I picked up my pastrami on rye from the non-Jewish deli down the street, something dropped onto my back. I judo threw it over my shoulder, having realized it could be only my former teacher, Alan Greenspan. "Alan Greenspan," I replied winterly and succinct. I watched him clamber up and into his Gundam robot warrior suit. "You're gonna need some firepower to deal with the big guns," I informed him as icily as my gaze. I kissed my guns, and by guns I mean arms, my really muscular gunlike arms, which were now bulging out of the sleeves of my fine Italian suit like a a much more muscular and slightly less green hulk.

As my lips brushed sensually against my ripped biceps, I thought to myself how lucky the women were to have been with me and I wondered, for a fleeting moment what it would be like to be a woman with me. Cradled in my enormous arms, feeling my powerful, courageous heartbeat, the thrill and pain from my beautifully formed, pulsing, equinesque pride. I grew jealous of them and scowled sexily to myself. No woman deserved the honor. If only there were someone of my equal, I thought, as I gazed into the window to my right. I ran my hand through my hair and felt a throbbing pressure in my pants.

"I challenge you to a debate," Alan Greenspan's voice projected from his 100 foot Gundam. My ultra-sexy reverie was broken by the electronic rasping, and I looked up.
"You got it." I said with a knowing, cocksure smile. I graduated with a degree in debate from Frank Lloyd middle school.
"But this will be no ordinary debate," he rasped, his voice raspily pushed forth like smoke from a smoke pipe. "This will be a Gundam ultra-debate..." Little did he know, my degree's thesis had been on Gundam ultra-debates and had founded that field of study. "The ultimate test of debatesmanshiiiiip!" He finished, rasping.

"Ipso facto, dickbag," I stated debatingly, and his gundam blew up raspedly. The board of world debate who were coincidentally behind me broke out into loud applause and said I should be the earth's debater in the interplanetary debate. I agreed, addding wittily, "caveat emptor," which made everybody burst out laughing.

[thereom4]

[QUOTE=erooMynohtnA;802612]
As my lips brushed sensually against my ripped biceps, I thought to myself how lucky the women were to have been with me and I wondered, for a fleeting moment what it would be like to be a woman with me. Cradled in my enormous arms, feeling my powerful, courageous heartbeat, the thrill and pain from my beautifully formed, pulsing, equinesque pride. I grew jealous of them and scowled sexily to myself. No woman deserved the honor. If only there were someone of my equal, I thought, as I gazed into the window to my right. I ran my hand through my hair and felt a throbbing pressure in my pants.

QUOTE]

Loved the story but this.........man........hi-larious! You are crazy.

[thetortfeasor]

Dear erooMynohtnA,

I just tried to rep your awesome post, but couldn't, so here's an I.O.U.

xo,

thetortfeasor

[erooMynohtnA]

"Can I have a ride?" I asked the Jewish dwarf subhuman after I beat him humiliatilingly in fencing, the most martial of all arts.
"I would but I have to go molest children (boys), fatfencer" said the degenerate loser. My lips clamped down on my cigarette, snapping it like so many of his bones. He peeled out of the parking lot in his rusty white van, as I planned my revenge.

I adjusted my fine Italian suit and took off behind his van. He saw me coming and sped up. I lengthened my gait to keep up, still gaining manfully on him. My feet beat the ground in the staccato rhythm of a face-stomping he would soon receive. I pushed my run to from what was to me a mild jog to a medium sprint and blew past him. The supersonic shockwave blew him into a ditch like child being blown away by a grenade I threw at them.

As the pedophile got up to his door, the knob turned--but from the inside. He looked inside and saw his entire family had been sentenced to death by kick-in-the-nuts. I emerged like a slim, stylish, Italian-suited shadow from behind the door. "Oh no!" he cried, collapsing sobbingly at my feet like a sack of especially depressed subhuman potatoes.
"Caveat emptor" I said with smirkily wit as I smirked wittily. I crooked my finger back to form a pretend gun with my hand, pointing my index finger (now the barrel) at him and firing into his face, but not really killing him, for I am no murderer. (But he actually did die because my hands are secretly guns, and plus he was asking for it)