Mudcat Café message #1881941 The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #93659   Message #1881941
Posted By: The Shambles
10-Nov-06 - 09:45 AM
Thread Name: BS: Closed threads & deleted posts.
Subject: RE: BS: Closed threads & deleted posts.
How come I never seem to have had a post deleted...

How would you know?

This is rather the point of this 'silent deletion'. And ind order to protect posters and 'moderators' alike - rather the point of requesting that all such cases are always recorded in editing comments and all editing comments limited to where such action has taken place. Is that really too much to ask?

But if you do not want to have your contributions deleted - it is fairly easy to be careful to do as you are now being instructed, turn a blind eye and just keep on saying only what our 'moderators' want to hear.

But are you only concerned about your own posts and not concerned at all about finding ways of preventing this from happening again to your fellow posters? Or are you suggesting that it is their own fault in some way?

Many of whom (including the following) have had their posts 'silently deleted' when they did not meet the required criteria - by some anonymous 'moderator' - using criteria of their own? [This list not including casualties in the more recent thread referred to that has vanished without trace or explanation]

number 6
Little Hawk
John 'Giok' MacKenzie
Liz the Squeak -

John 'Giok' MacKenzie
The Villan
number 6
Divis Sweeney

"Four legs good, two legs better! Four legs good, two legs better! Four legs good, two legs better!"

It went on for five minutes without stopping. And by the time the sheep had quieted down, the chance to utter any protest had passed, for the pigs had marched back into the farmhouse.

Benjamin felt a nose nuzzling at his shoulder. He looked round. It was Clover. Her old eyes looked dimmer than ever. Without saying anything, she tugged gently at his mane and led him round to the end of the big barn, where the Seven Commandments were written. For a minute or two they stood gazing at the tatted wall with its white lettering.

"My sight is failing," she said finally. "Even when I was young I could not have read what was written there. But it appears to me that that wall looks different. Are the Seven Commandments the same as they used to be, Benjamin?"

For once Benjamin consented to break his rule, and he read out to her what was written on the wall. There was nothing there now except a single Commandment. It ran:


After that it did not seem strange when next day the pigs who were supervising the work of the farm all carried whips in their trotters.

From Animal Farm by George Orwell.