Now Snow is trying to take down FSE. (cc @sjw ) Remember his old "Kathleen Solis" fake name? And if there was any doubt the shit before done by this "Kathleen Solis" was Snow, on the list of complaints is Snow's usual "THE ADMIN STOLE THIS SNOW GUY'S ACCOUNT AND IS SPAMMING PEOPLE!" Note the "hate speech against trans people" in the complaint, after attempting to post his "trannylist" ( https://freespeechextremist.com/notice/ADuFCbwWMiSRSmR3hY). This is exactly the same tactic he used for getting sites on the fediblock list, but I removed his account before he reported us. (Incidentally, everyone that's been complaining that I kill the driveby accounts posting that list, and everyone that keeps telling me it wasn't Snow can fuck themselves. He's trying to kill fedi.)
So, apparently, in addition to build-a-website@protonmail.com, he's using the email address reporting_cp_site@protonmail.com.
He did find some 3DCG stuff that I hadn't yet found and removed; we might temporarily have to unlist baraag stuff, I don't know. So mainly I'll have to exchange some emails with the datacenter, and possibly move datacenters, which we were probably going to end up doing anyway. No big deal. Snow can eat 50 dicks forever.
Here's the complaint, screenshat and copypasta'd below. Feel free to
"TuiCss is a library focused to create web applications using an interface based on ASCII table, like the old MS-DOS applications."
https://github.com/vinibiavatti1/TuiCss
Reminder that if you don't believe in the COVID hoax but still believe in the climate hoax, then you are only half awake.
https://odysee.com/@notanotherbrick:f/Global-Warming-Lies,-Fraud-and-Hypocrisy-in-Glasgow:5
web surfing has become all but impossible. nothing links anymore, it's all narcissistic inside linking if anything. i used to surf links across the network, stumbling from one thing to the next, surprises and missteps. now it's all search hubs and feeds rather than networks.
what we use now via the http protocol isn't really the web anymore. there's no web here. it's all silos, standing alone and trying desperately to keep me from leaving. no longer a digital ocean, now small tide pools with no path between, left in the receding wake of the surf.