Combing through the horrible mess left in the destructive wake of recent trolls, I have noticed the proffessed offence felt por certain members of fanpop por the exclusiveness of this spot, and what I want to say to you all who felt or are feeling this offence, is I do apologise, but I also urge the parts in this conflict to moderation. Because with this level of hostility going on, we'd be soon chucking stones at each other in our private intifada. Now, that is most unpleasant right? So here's what I humbly propose:
1. Immediate and unconditional cease-fire.
2. Understandment of the fact that fanpop is open for everyone to cadastrar-se whatever spot they and their grandmothers so pleases.
3. Simultaneous understandment of the fact that there's a inherent neccess of civility, and sometimes, when it comes to certain things, it is better to be polite instead of going "fiat iustitia pereat mundus".
4. Understandment of the fact that we as the biggerstaffs have made mistakes in handling this problem, but there's no need to recruit a lynching mob.
5. Understanding that despite the fact that this spot is indeed a spot for a círculo of friends, we are very happy to introduce civil and friendly people who are willing to give our troubled minds a civil distance.
Finally, I present a small story:
Seneca: "Piso's justice"
In De Ira (On Anger), Book I, Chapter XVIII, Seneca tells of Gnaeus Piso, a Roman governor and lawmaker, when he was angry, ordering the execution of a soldier who had returned from a leave of absence without his comrade, on the ground that if the man did not produce his companion, he had presumably killed the latter. As the condemned man was presenting his neck to the executioner's sword, there suddenly appeared the very comrade who was supposedly murdered. The centurion overseeing the execution halted the proceedings and led the condemned man back to Piso, expecting a reprieve. But Piso mounted the tribunal in a rage, and ordered the three soldiers to be executed. He ordered the death of the man who was to have been executed, because the sentence had already been passed; he also ordered the death of the centurion who was in charge of the original execution, for failing to perform his duty; and finally, he ordered the death of the man who had been supposed to have been murdered, because he had been the cause of death of two innocent men.
In subsequent versions of this legend, this principle became known as “Piso’s justice”, which is when sentences made or carried out of retaliation the intentions are technically correct, but morally wrong, and this could be construed as a negative interpretation of the meaning of Fiat justitia ruat caelum.
However, no form of the phrase fiat justitia appears in De Ira, though Brewer's incorrectly states that it does.[4] The phrase is sometimes attributed to a different Piso, Lucius Calpurnius Piso Caesoninus, possibly a confusion with this case.
A mais original version of this story, albeight unsourced, can be found here: link
1. Immediate and unconditional cease-fire.
2. Understandment of the fact that fanpop is open for everyone to cadastrar-se whatever spot they and their grandmothers so pleases.
3. Simultaneous understandment of the fact that there's a inherent neccess of civility, and sometimes, when it comes to certain things, it is better to be polite instead of going "fiat iustitia pereat mundus".
4. Understandment of the fact that we as the biggerstaffs have made mistakes in handling this problem, but there's no need to recruit a lynching mob.
5. Understanding that despite the fact that this spot is indeed a spot for a círculo of friends, we are very happy to introduce civil and friendly people who are willing to give our troubled minds a civil distance.
Finally, I present a small story:
Seneca: "Piso's justice"
In De Ira (On Anger), Book I, Chapter XVIII, Seneca tells of Gnaeus Piso, a Roman governor and lawmaker, when he was angry, ordering the execution of a soldier who had returned from a leave of absence without his comrade, on the ground that if the man did not produce his companion, he had presumably killed the latter. As the condemned man was presenting his neck to the executioner's sword, there suddenly appeared the very comrade who was supposedly murdered. The centurion overseeing the execution halted the proceedings and led the condemned man back to Piso, expecting a reprieve. But Piso mounted the tribunal in a rage, and ordered the three soldiers to be executed. He ordered the death of the man who was to have been executed, because the sentence had already been passed; he also ordered the death of the centurion who was in charge of the original execution, for failing to perform his duty; and finally, he ordered the death of the man who had been supposed to have been murdered, because he had been the cause of death of two innocent men.
In subsequent versions of this legend, this principle became known as “Piso’s justice”, which is when sentences made or carried out of retaliation the intentions are technically correct, but morally wrong, and this could be construed as a negative interpretation of the meaning of Fiat justitia ruat caelum.
However, no form of the phrase fiat justitia appears in De Ira, though Brewer's incorrectly states that it does.[4] The phrase is sometimes attributed to a different Piso, Lucius Calpurnius Piso Caesoninus, possibly a confusion with this case.
A mais original version of this story, albeight unsourced, can be found here: link
(Yes all these apply to me, so don't ask)
You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.
You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building.
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Hookers and the homeless are invisible.
The subway makes sense.
You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.
The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grama a yard.
You consider Westchester "upstate".
You think Central Park is "nature."
You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking.
You haven't seen mais than twelve stars in the night sky since you went away to camp as a kid.
You go to jantar at 9 and head out to the clubes when most Americans are heading to bed.
Your closet is filled with black clothes.
You haven't heard the sound of true absolute silence since-EVER!!
Being truly alone makes you nervous.
You have 27 different take out menus seguinte to your telephone
You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.
You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building.
ñ
Hookers and the homeless are invisible.
The subway makes sense.
You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.
The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grama a yard.
You consider Westchester "upstate".
You think Central Park is "nature."
You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking.
You haven't seen mais than twelve stars in the night sky since you went away to camp as a kid.
You go to jantar at 9 and head out to the clubes when most Americans are heading to bed.
Your closet is filled with black clothes.
You haven't heard the sound of true absolute silence since-EVER!!
Being truly alone makes you nervous.
You have 27 different take out menus seguinte to your telephone
Friendship Poem
Are we friends, or are we not
You told me once, but I forgot
So tell me now, and tell me true
So I can say I'm here for you
Of all the friends I've ever met
You're the one I won't forget
And if I die before you do
I'll go to Heaven and wait for you
I'll ask the anjos to give you wings
And risk the loss of everything
There isn't a thing I wouldn't do
To forever be friends with you
This is a poem for my best friend, the only person I can trust. We've been friends for about 10 years and I don't wanna lose her. All the "poetry" on the mural kinda inspired me to share my poesia with you. Hope you enjoy
Are we friends, or are we not
You told me once, but I forgot
So tell me now, and tell me true
So I can say I'm here for you
Of all the friends I've ever met
You're the one I won't forget
And if I die before you do
I'll go to Heaven and wait for you
I'll ask the anjos to give you wings
And risk the loss of everything
There isn't a thing I wouldn't do
To forever be friends with you
This is a poem for my best friend, the only person I can trust. We've been friends for about 10 years and I don't wanna lose her. All the "poetry" on the mural kinda inspired me to share my poesia with you. Hope you enjoy