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Ah, well, it was just a matter of time and a question of what will piss off people that will make them decide to set-up their own little gig.
I'm talking about the person who set-up a new message board for ad agency creatives because they didn't like the way I deleted certain messages and message threads and how I gagged some people because they we're either too rude or irritating.

The new cafe will supposedly be uncensored and, I have to admit, the moderator did come up with a more organized selection of threads.

The moderator said, that in her cafe, people can say anything they want about anybody, any ad, any agency, in any manner they want... upholding freedom of speech and all that.

Well, I guess my mother didn't bring me up that way. I just hate it when people quarrel. I'm all for a heathly debate but I just don't have the stomach for mud-slinging.

It's only a matter of time before someone in the other cafe gets pissed because of someone or some thread and will decide to open up his/her own message board.

I keep remembering that story about how the Filipino's in New York just couldn't agree on how to celebrate the Philippines 100th Independence Day, so they split-up into two groups and had separate celebrations. Stupid.

Well, as a great man once again, you can't please all the people all the time.

I just wonder how long cc: Cafe Creatives will last. It has left a bad taste in a lot of peoples mouths, especially mine. I think my 15 minutes are just about up. But let's see how things go in the next couple of months. If people stop going to the cafe, then it isn't really that hard to press the DELETE button on all of this.

It's 1am.
Time to log-off.











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