Over on the USCF Forums, Mark Nibbelin (who is one of those religious
nuts) plus Steve Owens ("Steve of Tennessee") have been defending the
Fake Sam Sloan on the ground of that the Real Sam Sloan is just as
bad.

Someone has pointed out that this is like saying that a rape victim
deserved to be raped because she was wearing revealing clothing.

The debate rages on. Here is a recent posting:

This is absolutely not true. Most of those parodies were written by
Bruce Draney, who was also a candidate for election to the USCF
Executive Board, and were signed by him. None of those parodies
contained dirty words, foul language or obscenities, which are the
trademarks of the postings by the Fake Sam Sloan.

Once again, it is obvious that Mark Nibbelin has never actually read
the postings by either the Real Sam Sloan or the Fake Sam Sloan. The
above quote was copied from another poster. Mark Nibbelin is like the
man in the TV add who, when asked to stick a pin in the map for China,
puts the pin in the map for Greenland instead.

Sam Sloan

On Nov 5, 8:06 am, samsloan wrote:
Over on the USCF Forums, Mark Nibbelin (who is one of those religious
nuts) plus Steve Owens ("Steve of Tennessee") have been defending the
Fake Sam Sloan on the ground of that the Real Sam Sloan is just as
bad.

Someone has pointed out that this is like saying that a rape victim
deserved to be raped because she was wearing revealing clothing.

The debate rages on. Here is a recent posting:

Quote:

Originally Posted by mnibb Quote: Originally Posted by Mulfish Steve, let's assume for sake of argument that the RSS is universally acknowledged as far worse than the FSS. Please explain to me exactly what that changes in our assessment of how to deal with the FSS (or any other way you perceive that assessment to be relevant). I'm not seeing it. To me this is rather analogous to defending the rapist by saying the victim was a whore or that by her attire she was asking for it. Does it matter if RSS posts the following on his web site Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and so I am not really insulted when somebody imitates my style or publishes or posts a parody of me. Some of them are rather good, such as those by "SlamStoan" which appear from time to time in the newsgroup rec.games.chess.politics. Here are parodies of me: Sam goes on and posts several of the "parodies" where foul language and worse are used.

This is absolutely not true. Most of those parodies were written by
Bruce Draney, who was also a candidate for election to the USCF
Executive Board, and were signed by him. None of those parodies
contained dirty words, foul language or obscenities, which are the
trademarks of the postings by the Fake Sam Sloan.

Once again, it is obvious that Mark Nibbelin has never actually read
the postings by either the Real Sam Sloan or the Fake Sam Sloan. The
above quote was copied from another poster. Mark Nibbelin is like the
man in the TV add who, when asked to stick a pin in the map for China,
puts the pin in the map for Greenland instead.

Sam Sloan

Here's a parody NOT by Bruce Draney:

THE STORY OF POOR LITTLE HORNSWAGGLE

Once upon a time there was a cab driver named Spam. Spam was abroad in
a
foreign country near the Patapenese border. He had hidden himself in
the
luggage compartment of a rackety old shuttle bus. The Patapenese
farmers did
not turn him in to the border soldiers, even though they knew he was
hiding
in the luggage compartment. He was disguised as a Spamsonite suitcase.

Spam was risking his life by crossing the Patapenese border. But he
had to
see the beautiful little Hornswaggle. Hornswaggle was the most
beautiful
woman in her little village of Tarara. She was very young, and very
beautiful, and knew nothing about common sense. She was just the sort
of
woman who would fall in love with a man like Spam. Spam was very
famous as a
chess journalist, and as a lover. And Hornswaggle was famous for not
knowing
the word "no" in any language.

Soon the bus came to the edge of the village of Tarara. The driver
threw
Spam out of the luggage compartment of the bus. Spam lay sprawled in
the
dirt. Nearby the village goats dropped dung. As Spam lay in the dirt
and
dung, he thought he heard a woman having an orgasm. Then his head
began to
throb as he came to. But when he looked up he forgot his headache.
There
walking towards him was the most beautiful girl in all Patapenesia. It
was
Hornswaggle.

Hornswaggle was carrying a tray of flowers. This was strange, as
flowers do
not grow in her village of Tarara. But Hornswaggle made up her own
flowers.
She would take radish leaves and fungus and form fake flowers out of
them.
She would walk the streets of the village with her radish and fungus
flowers
on a tray, shouting "Tarara blooms today!". She did not make any money
doing
this.

But she walked towards Spam. Spam was still lying on the ground.
Hornswaggle
bent over to look at the handsome cabdriving chess journalist on the
ground
and dropped her tray of radish leaves and fungus all over Spam.
Spam did not care that he was covered by radish and fungus flowers. He
did
not care that he was lying in the dirt and the dung. He had at last
found
the famous Hornswaggle.

Hornswaggle helped Spam to stand up. He brushed off some of the dung.
They
walked to Hornswaggle's hut in the village of Tarara. The hut was like
the
other huts in the village, made of straw and earth, except the hut of
Hornswaggle had a large satellite dish on top of the roof.

Hornswaggle had gotten the satellite dish from a former admirer of
hers.
This former admirer was a General for the Patapanese Air Force. She
also had
a black and white television set that belonged to a former admirer.
This was
not the same former admirer as the man who had given her the satellite
dish.
It was not the same admirer who left the Vasoline, nor the toothbrush,
nor
the bathrobe. They were from enlisted men in the Patapanese Army.
The satellite dish was a good one. It got all the Patapenese Air Force
broadcasts. She knew where the plane was at any time. It did not pick
up any
other channels due to the high mountains surrounding the village of
Tarara.
But it also picked up The Jerry Springer Show. Hornswaggle loved The
Jerry
Spring Show. She longed to go to a country where such a program was
possible. Hornswaggle wanted very much to go to America and live in a
home
with wheels on it, like the people on The Jerry Springer Show.

Spam moved in with the beautiful Hornswaggle. Each day she would try
to sell
her radish leaf and fungus flowers. Each day Spam was trying to get
widows
and orphans to invest their life savings in a Go server. Neither Spam
nor
Hornswaggle were successful. When Spam would ask widows and orphans to
invest in the Go server, the widows and orphans would throw goat dung
at
him. Often Spam would hear a woman having an orgasm. But it turned out
to be
goats dropping dung.

One day after not selling any radish and fungus flowers Hornswaggle
was
watching The Jerry Springer Show. The theme of the show was "Taxi
drivers
and the women who love them". The first guest was a woman with large
breasts. Her name was Passion Flour. She said she had been deserted by
an
international chess journalist named Spam, who gave her a yeast
infection.
Hornswaggle turned and looked at Spam, who was hiding under the
imitation
wicker patio table, which was a token of admiration by some members of
the
Patapanese Coast Guard. Spam was hiding because at one time he was the
boyfriend of Passion Flour until she accused him of making her
pregnant
which he couldn't do even though he was the best lover in chess
because he
wasn't even in the state at the time and the warrant had his name
spelled
with an H and besides she told him she was on the pill or it wasn't
her
cycle one of them and he couldn't remember which. Spam knew he did not
give
her the yeast infection.

Hornswaggle said to Spam she would like to go to America, so she could
go on
The Jerry Springer Show and tell all of America how good a man he was.
Spam
said but we will need money for this. All of my millions are seized by
a
right wing Christian nun named Sister Bitter, and I cannot get access
to
them due to the corrupt state of Virginia wanting to take my money to
give
to my children. Something about child support.

Hornswaggle said we can sell the mud hut we are living in here in the
village of Tarara. The real estate market is good. There is a Tarara
boom
today. We can go to America, and you can show me this thing called
Welfare
you have talked about.

Yes said Spam but we must go to a place where Passion Flour will not
be able
to find me. He thought a moment, during which he heard a woman having
an
orgasm. Spam decided to take Hornswaggle to a city called Allentown, a
little city north of the State of Philadelphia.

To be continued....

Spam Scone

Right. I was about to mention that Neil Brennen wrote some of those
parodies, but finally I left your name out because I doubted that any
posters to the USCF Forum would know your name since you have never
posted there.

Sam Sloan

Steve in Tennessee is wrong. Quotation marks are never used to
paraphrase.

Here, Steve of Tennessee has finally admitted that the quote he
provided of me is completely false and I never wrote those words or
anything like it. More than that, Steve of Tennessee admits that it
was a paraphrase of words somebody else (not me) had written. Also,
Steve of Tennessee refers to a "wetlands" quote from 2005. However,
that was an accurate direct quote. Steve of Tennessee actually wrote
those exact words. He does not deny it. His complaint is that they
were applied to a different situation than the one he was writing
about.

Steve of Tennessee has been attacking me every day even on my own
email group since 2002. Knowing this, Bill Hall and Bill Goichberg
appointed Steve of Tennessee to be a moderator of the USCF Forum
believing that he would use this power to delete my postings. That
proved to be mistaken because Steve of Tennessee did not want to
delete my postings. He wanted to use the postings as a basis to attack
me. Steve of Tennessee resigned soon thereafter when he realized that
Bill Hall and Bill Goichberg wanted to use him as a patsy.

I have in fact referred to this in my lawsuit. Bill Hall and Bill
Goichberg have appointed a series of moderators to this group for the
express purpose of moderating Sam Sloan to prevent me from posting
here. These include the only two remaining moderators, Herbert Rodney
Vaughn and Tim Sawmiller, plus FOC members like Louis Blair plus
resigned moderators and FOC members SteveTN, Gregory Alexander and a
few others. The most disappointing appointment from their point of
view was an FOC member whom they thought would oppose me but who
virtually switched sides after being appointed.

Sam Sloan