You know, I suspect the primitives should be worrying more about their own snooping into their private affairs, than worrying about decent civilized people.
I'm thinking here of Fat Che, who collects internet service provider (ISP) numbers, cuts them out with a pair of scissors, and pastes them in an album, as if collecting postage stamps or something.
Back in May 2005, I personally invited Fat Che, via a personal message on Misty Memory's excellent web-site, to join the rest of us checking into that stupid prank Doug's ex-wife was trying to pull. The other members of the backroom at Scamdy, which included people from Skins's island, or once from Skins's island, were appalled that I was so eager to include him among us.
At the time, I was not aware of the Full Depravity of Fat Che; all I knew was that Fat Che seemed to know a lot about the primitives, a lot of stuff not necessarily on the internet. Fat Che seemed to have lots and lots and lots of really good dirt on individual primitives.
Everybody else involved heaved a big sigh of relief when Fat Che ignored my invitation.
Which was rather stupid of Fat Che, I thought; we had amassed a library of information on primitives involved in that stupid thing, and had a lot of stuff Fat Che didn't have, stuff that Fat Che would've found useful for whatever purposes he was using useful information.
If one was worried about a mole amongst us, I reminded all involved that many were of a formidable quality, and Fat Che would've easily been kept in line.
Fat Che really blew that opportunity.
