See, that's what I hate about cunts like U.P.; they tell their version, their side of the story, without all the facts. The fact is upon deliverance of evidence that they aren't concerned with actual philosophy but their own bullshit style of humor and not actually pushing beyond it to be serious about actual philosophy.
They didn't state that it was their fourth warning. They didn't put forth requisite material in terms of evidence to sit there and support their claim of fascism, they know the ruling was fair and they just don't care about it.
Do you know, when I was growing up, I had something similar happen to me at school. I was cheating on a test, my teacher caught me red-handed and I went home and told my parents a lie. I told them I hadn't been cheating, that the teacher had been unfair, reached into my desk, pulled out a paper randomly that so happened to have answers on it pertaining to the test. Well, my parents called up the school ready to get my back only to have the teacher tell them the full truth. My parents weren't the sort to say, 'oh, my child wouldn't lie, or wouldn't do that,' they weren't the sort to let 'family loyalty', whatever that fucking means, get in the way of the fact that they just had fools made of them based on my word. I lost trust for years after that, they never got my back on anything again and you could say that it was because they just didn't care about me, but that's bullshit. They jumped in to get my back and started fighting without having all the facts and they looked like fools for it. You and so many other asstards, Trixie, just seemingly want others to get your back without all the details, just to get your back. Then, if they need you to get their back, you probably would, no questions asked, but then you all are caught fighting each others battles without any idea of what the fuck you're fighting for.
There's another story that relates to this about a boy who cried wolf.
Back in the day, there was a little village that was dependent on its flocks of sheep for meat, wool, trading to other villages, etc. These foolish villagers, instead of teaching the young boy they stuck in the midst of the sheep how to use a gun and how to properly kill predators from attacking their livelihood, taught the boy instead to just call to them over the fields as loud as he could. Well, this boy saw a wolf one day and called out over the fields, 'Wolf! Wolf!!!!!', the villagers came running with their pitchforks and guns, but by the time they got there, the wolf was no longer there. They eyed the boy warily, but returned to the village. An hour or two went by and the boy saw another wolf, or possibly the same one, and a few others. He frantically began yelling wolf over the fields. Again, by the time the villagers responded, the wolves were gone. They didn't believe that the wolves had actually been there and chastised the boy, but still did not teach him how to handle a gun or what to do other than to yell wolf. Now the wolves were cunning and while they didn't understand every single word spoken by humans, they knew enough of emotional body language to know that the boy had spotted them twice, yelled to get his people coming, knew that there was a length of time between then and when the people showed up. They knew by his voice yelling that he did not know how to fight them off, did not have the equipment for it, and so forth. The boy saw the wolves a third time another hour later and cried wolf again, serious business because the sheep were his villages prize commodity. The villagers took longer to rouse themselves and come thundering over the fields, but, again, by the time they did so, they saw that the boy and the sheep were unharmed and that the wolves were no longer in sight. They ripped into the boy, called him all sorts of names and insults and told him to quit screwing around. They still did not teach the boy how to properly defend against wolf attacks, other than to call them to arms.
Now, the original parable of this story has it that the boy cried wolf just to fuck with the villagers, thought it was a joke, and that original story relates more to this situation than the one I just told partially. You are the boy calling wolf just for shits and giggles, thinking nothing of it and wondering why the other villagers are getting so pissed off. The story I just told more pertains to myself, for not having been taught how to defend myself or defend those I was tasked to take care of, all I've been able to do thus far in my life is to go to those who were supposed to be tasked with getting my back against the predators; against people like you. I have gone with and without evidence; Without evidence at first until I started keeping my head and gaining evidence and every time I've been right, I've still been banned from communities and places for being legit. In the story that pertains to you, of the boy who cried wolf just for shits and giggles, the wolf eats the boy, eats you, because the boy is a foolish lad. In the story I was just telling that pertains more to me, the boy quit calling the villagers after the third time because the wolves did not attack and did not seem to be about attacking the sheep or the boy. In fact, they thought it rather strange that here was this boy guarding sheep who knew not how to fight that still did not show fear of the wolves for fearing more the villagers and their anger over loss of the sheep. The wolves agreed that since the sheep were the prize commodity of the village; for wolves are not stupid; why are they tasking such a boy to guard them unless they want the boy dead. Wolves got to eat, but some can afford to be picky about what they eat and when. While the boy was watching the sheep, he saw the wolves again, walking brazenly over the fields toward him and the sheep. He refused to call over the fields to the villagers, afraid that the wolves would take off at him yelling again; he was not a stupid child; and kept his mouth shut, more willing to face death by being eaten by wolves than to risk rising the villagers again for nothing. The wolves walked right past him and the sheep, through their midst and went right down and into the village. The boy listened as the villagers shouted and yelled and then as their shouts and yells turned to screams of pain and agony. They had weapons, but none of them knew much about how to use them and so their stabs with pitchforks missed the agile and cunning wolves, their shots of their rifles went wide and the wolves ate with abandon. The boy was still in the pasture with the sheep when the wolves passed him by again, blood on their muzzles. The leader of the wolf pack stopped for a while to meet the eyes of the boy and there between them stood all of the understanding of the universe.
Now, the moral to the differences between these two stories lays in the difference between just two people, two children, two boys; the vast difference in circumstance, the vast difference in details and the vast difference between a shallow pond and a vast ocean.
People like you seemingly live only to make life more difficult and painful for others. people like me seemingly exist to do the opposite but we're made to look like the worst versions of people like you by... well... people like you.
I invite you all to answer the call of Cthulhu. There is no declining this invitation. You will accept it.