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I have suggested that you’re a troll but I’m not positive on that one.
I certainly don’t consider Professor Trubshawe to be a troll. Most people would define a troll as some vindictive, nasty, cruel and gratuitously offensive person who invades memorial sites and other web pages of vulnerable, handicapped, bereaved or other unfortunate people and viciously posts taunting and very upsetting comments or doctored photos.
There is a great difference between that sort of offensive behaviour and posting provocative, controversial and seemingly negative threads about aspects of racing and expressing views which prove unpopular with some other people.Don’t let the Mail or the Murdochs define words for you. One of the various methods of trolling is getting attention by starting flame wars which have little to no substance attached.
I have found them interesting and good reading, not least because they are often robustly argued and defended.
I challenge you to find a single argument of his which isn’t an anecdotal ramble pertinent to gambling (an exceedingly boring by product of the sport) or a thinly veiled insult.
Racing needs support, it gets enough criticism from society in general, activists, bandwagonners, etc.
The one place you’d think there wouldn’t be people lining up to knock racing is on a racing forum, you’d think people here would want to support racing, in all it’s forms.
No point in giving the knockers a stick to beat yourself with.
… good day for inside info.
Heavens! The bravery of some of those big bets at newmarket!
Hardly a debate though, is it Prof?
If there is no reasoningat the beginning
of the thread it just comes across as a moan.
What you must understand,Ginger, is that I don’t care if things do come across as a moan.
Racing is an odd sport in that the views of the majority of people who support it and follow it just don’t get an airing. The odd email and letter in the Post etc. Occasionally some trenchant observations need to be made, and if that upsets the purists, tough tit.
When I read the title, I wondered how you intended to stifle the many yawns likely to occur as a result of this thread…
Personally, I can’t wait until Auteuil and the emergence of the juvenile hurdlers followed by the actual jumps season and I wouldn’t attend a free admittance flat meeting taking place across the road unless I had a very good reason. I’ll keep a vague interest in Frankel and maybe go to Doncaster if Camelot is on for the triple crown. But by and large, I’m not really interested in the flat. So in the meantime, I will spend some time abroad, watch the Tour De France, watch the Euros and try to get my dick wet. What I’m not going to do is go out of my own way to bemoan the flat season for those who really enjoy it as that just wouldn’t be gracious.
I have suggested that you’re a troll but I’m not positive on that one. I mean your emergence came about after another was booted but I just don’t think you’re sophisticated enough for that. I would suggest you’re intellectually retarded but you’ve demonstrated that you’re somewhat well read. I’m quite sure though that you are emotionally retarded. The timing and content of your posts suggest you have issues with alcohol and gambling and your constant (admittedly successful) cries for attention suggest that there are several things missing in your life and your acting out is an attempt to fulfil your insecurities or at the very least distract you from them.
So I propose that you take a step away from the computer, go a month without watching any horse racing, stay away from the bookies and unravel something about yourself. Get to know your family. Talk to somebody who could develop into that someone special. Learn how to play an instrument or take up a language. Explore the world… it is full of discovery! You’re a long time dead my friend and you could be so much happier than you are today.
Or not… I don’t really care what you do from here as this will be the last time I respond to one of your cries
I agree that if you don’t like the Flat or anything else for that matter don’t let it bother you ….but at the risk of immediately contradicting myself ,this is jaw-droppingly pompous and rude.
Occasionally some trenchant observations need to be made, and if that upsets the purists, tough tit.
Yeah, but you don’t make any! What ‘trenchant observations’ have you made about Guineas day in this thread?
You seem to think of yourself as
the man they couldn’t gag
, the man who
says it as it is
etc etc, which is just a tiresome internet forum cliche from the terminally aggressive repeated a trillion times worldwide.
(Or trolls of course!)
Mike
I have suggested that you’re a troll but I’m not positive on that one.
One of the various methods of trolling is getting attention by starting flame wars which have little to no substance attached.
I do wish I could get my girlfriend to follow the high and disciplined standards of debate being advocated by some on this forum.
I do wish I could get her to ensure that every claim she makes is closely and carefully argued, with verifiable facts and figures, and with no inclusion whatsoever of any invective, hyperbole, unnecessary emotion or downright cussedness or awkwardness for its own sake.
I do wish, also, she would avoid personal abuse, needless random troublemaking and illogical rambling. Only last week, her careful and considered response to a perfectly well-argued, well-researched, well-founded, unprovocative suggestion I was making about her in as measured and as reasonable a way as I could muster, was to tell me: "You’re a ******* d*ckhead. You make my skin crawl."
Admittedly, I would have to concede that she has an unanswerable case and I have, as yet, been unable to provide a closely reasoned, well-researched and impeccably sourced response to her troublemaking random allegations.
It’s a very good job she is not a contributor to this forum. I dread to think some of the ill-judged, provocative threads she would start — and then doggedly defend — against those who don’t like them.
I’m sure she would instantly be branded a troll, which seems in today’s society to be the highest insult that can levelled at someone who causes trouble unnecessarily. Perhaps I should retaliate against her with a carefully-sourced, well-documented argument that she is, in fact, a troll.
Certainly, the needless trouble and distress she causes me by "starting flame wars which have little to no substance attached" make her very well qualified for such a damning sobriquet. No doubt, if she were told that she could only be dubbed a troll if she made her allegations against me online, rather than to my face, she would be only too happy to do so. If you see a Mrs CrustyPatch or a Professor CrustyPatch suddenly springing up somewhere, you’ll know she thinks it’s a good idea.
In the good old days, the only troll I knew was in the much-loved children’s story about the Three Billy Goats Gruff.
Here is a Wikipedia reminder of it:There is no grass left for them to eat near to where they live, so they must cross a river to get to a a meadow or hillside on the other side of a stream in order to eat and get fat.
To do so, they must first cross a bridge, under which lives a fearsome troll who eats anyone who passes that way.
The smallest billy goat is the first to cross and is immediately stopped by the troll who threatens to "gobble him up!" The little goat convinces him to wait for the bigger billy goat to come across because he is larger and more gratifying as a feast.
The greedy troll agrees and lets the smallest goat cross. The middle goat sees that the youngest one has crossed and reaches the conclusion that the bridge must be safe after all, but is also stopped by the troll and given the same threat.
The second billy goat is allowed to cross as well after he tells the troll to wait for the biggest billy goat because he will have the most meat.
The third billy goat then gets on the bridge, and is stopped by the hungry troll. When the troll gets up on the bridge however, the third billy goat is so big that he easily throws the troll into the stream with his horns and crosses the bridge. From then on the bridge is safe, and all three goats are able to go to the rich fields around the summer farm in the hills.
They all live happily ever after. The troll however was never seen again.Perhaps the troll in that story is alive and well and living with me….
I have suggested that you’re a troll but I’m not positive on that one.
One of the various methods of trolling is getting attention by starting flame wars which have little to no substance attached.
I do wish I could get my girlfriend to follow the high and disciplined standards of debate being advocated by some on this forum.
I do wish I could get her to ensure that every claim she makes is closely and carefully argued, with verifiable facts and figures, and with no inclusion whatsoever of any invective, hyperbole, unnecessary emotion or downright cussedness or awkwardness for its own sake.
I do wish, also, she would avoid personal abuse, needless random troublemaking and illogical rambling. Only last week, her careful and considered response to a perfectly well-argued, well-researched, well-founded, unprovocative suggestion I was making about her in as measured and as reasonable a way as I could muster, was to tell me: "You’re a ******* d*ckhead. You make my skin crawl."
Admittedly, I would have to concede that she has an unanswerable case and I have, as yet, been unable to provide a closely reasoned, well-researched and impeccably sourced response to her troublemaking random allegations.
It’s a very good job she is not a contributor to this forum. I dread to think some of the ill-judged, provocative threads she would start — and then doggedly defend — against those who don’t like them.
I’m sure she would instantly be branded a troll, which seems in today’s society to be the highest insult that can levelled at someone who causes trouble unnecessarily. Perhaps I should retaliate against her with a carefully-sourced, well-documented argument that she is, in fact, a troll.
Certainly, the needless trouble and distress she causes me by "starting flame wars which have little to no substance attached" make her very well qualified for such a damning sobriquet. No doubt, if she were told that she could only be dubbed a troll if she made her allegations against me online, rather than to my face, she would be only too happy to do so. If you see a Mrs CrustyPatch or a Professor CrustyPatch suddenly springing up somewhere, you’ll know she thinks it’s a good idea.
In the good old days, the only troll I knew was in the much-loved children’s story about the Three Billy Goats Gruff.
Here is a Wikipedia reminder of it:There is no grass left for them to eat near to where they live, so they must cross a river to get to a a meadow or hillside on the other side of a stream in order to eat and get fat.
To do so, they must first cross a bridge, under which lives a fearsome troll who eats anyone who passes that way.
The smallest billy goat is the first to cross and is immediately stopped by the troll who threatens to "gobble him up!" The little goat convinces him to wait for the bigger billy goat to come across because he is larger and more gratifying as a feast.
The greedy troll agrees and lets the smallest goat cross. The middle goat sees that the youngest one has crossed and reaches the conclusion that the bridge must be safe after all, but is also stopped by the troll and given the same threat.
The second billy goat is allowed to cross as well after he tells the troll to wait for the biggest billy goat because he will have the most meat.
The third billy goat then gets on the bridge, and is stopped by the hungry troll. When the troll gets up on the bridge however, the third billy goat is so big that he easily throws the troll into the stream with his horns and crosses the bridge. From then on the bridge is safe, and all three goats are able to go to the rich fields around the summer farm in the hills.
They all live happily ever after. The troll however was never seen again.Perhaps the troll in that story is alive and well and living with me….
This is just the sort of thing that happens when it’s raining on a Bank Holiday.
Mike
The subject of this article is what Baroness Hale (Justice of the UK Supreme Court) would call "vapid tittle-tattle"…
For those that are bored by the sport of kings and prefer the hunting related part of racing, there is a Cheltenham 2013 bit of the forum to scratch around in until next March.
Yes, the 2000 guineas winner didn’t take too much finding, but why bother mentioning that in the first place if you’re not too bothered and find it all a big bore.
In fact if you were busy with other stuff why watch a replay of the racing at all if you had no financial interest.
Occasionally some trenchant observations need to be made, and if that upsets the purists, tough tit.
Yeah, but you don’t make any! What ‘trenchant observations’ have you made about Guineas day in this thread?
You seem to think of yourself as
the man they couldn’t gag
, the man who
says it as it is
etc etc, which is just a tiresome internet forum cliche from the terminally aggressive repeated a trillion times worldwide.
(Or trolls of course!)
Mike
Trenchant: 1. incisive or keen, as language or a person; caustic; cutting: trenchant wit. 2. vigorous; effective; energetic
The Guineas
was
a bore. When I compare it to some of the races we’ve seen in the past year – off the top of my head the Hennessy, or even some midweek stuff that will never be remembered again except on page 1122 of the form book annual – the 2000 Guineas looked like a silly little race with too big a prize for the spectacle on offer: like an egg-and-spoon race for half a million quid.
I don’t expect you to agree. But it’s my opinion, and a few anoraks spluttering ‘you can’t saythat
is not really a prima facie argument.
For those that are bored by the sport of kings and prefer the hunting related part of racing, there is a Cheltenham 2013 bit of the forum to scratch around in until next March.
Alternatively
http://mysteeplechase.com/
http://www.willowdale.org/
https://www.radnorhuntraces.org/home.htm
http://www.highhopesteeplechase.com/
http://www.fairhillraces.org/
and the steeplechase races in the summer that you can actually bet on…The Guineas
was
a bore. When I compare it to some of the races we’ve seen in the past year – off the top of my head the Hennessy, or even some midweek stuff that will never be remembered again except on page 1122 of the form book annual – the 2000 Guineas looked like a silly little race with too big a prize for the spectacle on offer: like an egg-and-spoon race for half a million quid.
I don’t expect you to agree. But it’s my opinion, and a few anoraks spluttering ‘you can’t saythat
is not really a prima facie argument.
It won’t be regarded as an "egg-and-spoon-race", if Camalot goes on to win the Triple Crown.
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