Mob Mentality In Ns
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Join Date: 2003-04-07 Member: 15269Banned, Constellation
Join Date: 2003-04-07 Member: 15269Banned, Constellation
<div class="IPBDescription">to quote Mark Twain...</div> This is an excerpt from Mark Twain's famous book, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Published first in 1884.
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Chapter XXII
They swarmed up the street towards Sherburn’s house, a-whooping and yelling and raging like Injuns, and everything had to clear the way or get run over and tromped to mush, and it was awful to see. Children was heeling it ahead of the mob, screaming and trying to get out of the way; and every window along the road was full of women’s heads, and there was n*gger boys in every tree, and bucks and wenches looking over every fence; and as soon as the mob would get nearly to them the would break and skaddle back out of reach. Lots of women and girls were crying and taking on, scared most to death.
They swarmed up in front of Sherburn’s palings as thick as they could jam together, and you couldn’t hear yourself think for the noise. It was a little twenty-foot yard. Some sung out “Tear down the fence! Tear down the fence!” Then there was a racket of ripping and tearing and smashing, and down she goes, and the front wall of the crowd begins to roll in like a wave.
Just then Sherburn steps out onto the roof of his little front porch, with a double-barrel gun in his hand, and takes his stand, perfectly ca’m and deliberate, not saying a word. The racket stopped, and the wave sucked back.
Sherburn never said a word—just stood there, looking down. The stillness was awful creepy and uncomfortable. Sherburn run his eye slow along the crowd; and wherever it struck, the people tried a little to outgaze him, but they couldn’t; they dropped their eyes and looked sneaky. Then pretty soon Sherburn sort of laughed; not the pleasant kind, but the kind that makes you feel like you are eating bread that’s got sand in it.
Then he says, slow and scornful:
“The idea of you lynching anybody! It’s amusing. The idea of you thinking you had pluck enough to lynch a man! Because you’re brave enough to tar and feather poor friendless cast-out women that come along here, did that make you think you had grit enough to lay your hands on a man? Why, a man’s safe in the hands of ten thousand of your kind—as long as its daytime and you’re not behind him.
“Do I know you? I know you clear through. I was born and raised in the South, and I’ve lived in the North; so I know the average all around. The average man’s a coward. In the North he lets anybody walk over him that wants to, and goes home and prays for a humble spirit to bear it. In the South one man, all by himself, has stopped a stage full of men, in the day-time, and robbed the lot. Your newspapers call you a brave people so much that you think you are braver than any other people—wheras you’re just as brave, and no braver. Why don’t your juries hang murderers? Because they’re afraid they man’s friends will shoot them in the back, in the dark—and its just what they would do.
“So they always acquit; and then a man goes in the night, with a hundred masked cowards at his back, and lynches the rascal. Your mistake is, that you didn’t bring a man with you; that’s one mistake, and the other is that you didn’t come in the dark, and fetch your masks. You brought part of a man—Buck Harkness, there—and if you hadn’t had him to start you, you’d have taken it out in blowing.
“You didn’t want to come. The average man don’t like trouble and danger. You don’t like trouble and danger. But if only half a man—like Buck Harkness, there—shouts ‘Lynch him, lynch him!’ you’re afraid to back down—afraid that you’ll be found out to be what you are—cowards—and so you raise a yell, and hang yourselves onto that half-a-man’s coat tail, and come raging up here, swearing what big things you’re going to do. The pitifulest thing out is a mob; that’s what an army is—a mob; they don’t fight with courage that’s born in them, but with courage that’s borrowed from their mass, and from their officers. But a mob without any man at the head of it, is beneath pitifulness. If any real lynching’s going to be done, it will be done in the dark, Southern fashion; and when they come they’ll bring their masks, and fetch a man along. Now leave—and take your half-a-man with you”—tossing his gun up across his left arm and cocking it, when he says this.
The crowd washed back sudden, and then broke all apart and went tearing off every which way, and Buck Harkness he heeled it after them, looking tolerable cheap.
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Chapter XXII
They swarmed up the street towards Sherburn’s house, a-whooping and yelling and raging like Injuns, and everything had to clear the way or get run over and tromped to mush, and it was awful to see. Children was heeling it ahead of the mob, screaming and trying to get out of the way; and every window along the road was full of women’s heads, and there was n*gger boys in every tree, and bucks and wenches looking over every fence; and as soon as the mob would get nearly to them the would break and skaddle back out of reach. Lots of women and girls were crying and taking on, scared most to death.
They swarmed up in front of Sherburn’s palings as thick as they could jam together, and you couldn’t hear yourself think for the noise. It was a little twenty-foot yard. Some sung out “Tear down the fence! Tear down the fence!” Then there was a racket of ripping and tearing and smashing, and down she goes, and the front wall of the crowd begins to roll in like a wave.
Just then Sherburn steps out onto the roof of his little front porch, with a double-barrel gun in his hand, and takes his stand, perfectly ca’m and deliberate, not saying a word. The racket stopped, and the wave sucked back.
Sherburn never said a word—just stood there, looking down. The stillness was awful creepy and uncomfortable. Sherburn run his eye slow along the crowd; and wherever it struck, the people tried a little to outgaze him, but they couldn’t; they dropped their eyes and looked sneaky. Then pretty soon Sherburn sort of laughed; not the pleasant kind, but the kind that makes you feel like you are eating bread that’s got sand in it.
Then he says, slow and scornful:
“The idea of you lynching anybody! It’s amusing. The idea of you thinking you had pluck enough to lynch a man! Because you’re brave enough to tar and feather poor friendless cast-out women that come along here, did that make you think you had grit enough to lay your hands on a man? Why, a man’s safe in the hands of ten thousand of your kind—as long as its daytime and you’re not behind him.
“Do I know you? I know you clear through. I was born and raised in the South, and I’ve lived in the North; so I know the average all around. The average man’s a coward. In the North he lets anybody walk over him that wants to, and goes home and prays for a humble spirit to bear it. In the South one man, all by himself, has stopped a stage full of men, in the day-time, and robbed the lot. Your newspapers call you a brave people so much that you think you are braver than any other people—wheras you’re just as brave, and no braver. Why don’t your juries hang murderers? Because they’re afraid they man’s friends will shoot them in the back, in the dark—and its just what they would do.
“So they always acquit; and then a man goes in the night, with a hundred masked cowards at his back, and lynches the rascal. Your mistake is, that you didn’t bring a man with you; that’s one mistake, and the other is that you didn’t come in the dark, and fetch your masks. You brought part of a man—Buck Harkness, there—and if you hadn’t had him to start you, you’d have taken it out in blowing.
“You didn’t want to come. The average man don’t like trouble and danger. You don’t like trouble and danger. But if only half a man—like Buck Harkness, there—shouts ‘Lynch him, lynch him!’ you’re afraid to back down—afraid that you’ll be found out to be what you are—cowards—and so you raise a yell, and hang yourselves onto that half-a-man’s coat tail, and come raging up here, swearing what big things you’re going to do. The pitifulest thing out is a mob; that’s what an army is—a mob; they don’t fight with courage that’s born in them, but with courage that’s borrowed from their mass, and from their officers. But a mob without any man at the head of it, is beneath pitifulness. If any real lynching’s going to be done, it will be done in the dark, Southern fashion; and when they come they’ll bring their masks, and fetch a man along. Now leave—and take your half-a-man with you”—tossing his gun up across his left arm and cocking it, when he says this.
The crowd washed back sudden, and then broke all apart and went tearing off every which way, and Buck Harkness he heeled it after them, looking tolerable cheap.
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New post rule:
Don't post if you didn't read it.
keep raging against the machine man.
Oh wait, that's completely wrong. Never mind.
I personally haven't formed an opinion, because I've just looked at the .avis and you can't tell sound from those. The CAL admins will presumably look at the demos and make a decision - there was no mob, nothing. People think he hacks, such is their right. It's not as if it's a logical impossibility that he hack.
These guys are holding CAL-ns hostage to get what they want.
These guys are holding CAL-ns hostage to get what they want. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
If what they want is a cheater free league to compete in, I don't see the problem.
Alright, well, if that's true, it's not cool. You've <i>got</i> to let the league do it, or non-hackers can get banned while hackers can be kept in. I'd say any clan thinking of doing this should settle down and abide by CAL rules, they're there for everyone. If you disagree with the decision - tough ****, because next time around it might be you on the stand.
They are stating for the record that they would like to play without cheaters. And as it stands they are all convinced, given the more than incriminating evidence that your boy yumosis does indeed cheat.
Now it would only be logical for clans that are in pursuit of honest, clean games would disassociate themselves from somewhere that does for a fact have caught cheaters among it. It's not a threat.
Like Othell said, CAL is not a democracy. But it would only make sense for people to yknow, not play somewhere that they don't want. And it's pretty obivous no one wants to play where mosis plays.
It's in his hands as much as it is yours though. We all know the truth about him. But its not about one person. Thats what you don't understand. Or you refuse to accept.
It's principle. You let one hacker carry on despite being caught red handed, and how many others are going to get the idea that it doesnt matter. You want to make this cri vs the world, fine.
No one's being unreasonable except those who carry on the charade that he doesn't blatantly cheat.
Oh wait, that's completely wrong. Never mind.
I personally haven't formed an opinion, because I've just looked at the .avis and you can't tell sound from those. The CAL admins will presumably look at the demos and make a decision - there was no mob, nothing. People think he hacks, such is their right. It's not as if it's a logical impossibility that he hack.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
It's funny I use to joke about being black because I have my marine skin always set to black....
These guys are holding CAL-ns hostage to get what they want. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
If what they want is a cheater free league to compete in, I don't see the problem. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
I agree <span style='color:white'>... illegal activites will not be tolerated, even if they are "cool"</span>
Clan politics. Intresting stuff if you know whats going on.
for those looking for an online synonym... "flames"
clan politics, and things concerning the actions of the CAL-ns comptetative players/playing, should be taken up with people over at cal.