注册时间 2004年5月2日
俺穷俺傻据说是温哥华天空（Vansky）的名人，怎么个活跃法，我不是很清楚。他在加西的注册日期很早，看来是提防恶意抢注网名吧。俺穷俺傻直到一年后才渐渐在加西评论露出头角。
看着俺穷俺傻的网名，很是别扭。因为不知道该怎么称呼，这么一叫，算是骂自己呢，还是骂他呢？不过他是这么解释这个网名的：
2003年， 俺被layoff, 当时还在美国，每个月交1300美金的医疗保险(No kidding!!), 去interview，用俺们家领导的话， 是 "屡战履败"，当时感觉真是上天无门， 下地无路。。。在美国， 交EI的时候俺一个子都少不了。 当领EI时， 因为没有美国绿卡， 却不能拿。不怕你笑话，当时俺穷的都沦落到要领MSP Premium assistance的地步了。所以， 俺是真又穷又傻。。。 回到万苦窝以前，俺没怎么上过中文网站。 回来以后， 上的第一个网站是玩死该(Vansky), 当时就选了这么个名字。。。大概是日有所思， 网有所想吧。。。。
看似有理，可是当他提到在90年时托福分数640，GRE是2100，不由得使大家肃然起敬：就这样的人，还自称傻的话，别人怎么活？好在他以后和别人掐架时说他这个傻是大智若愚的傻，于是人们尊称他为：大智兄。
大智兄应该是90年代初出国留学，就读于UBC，应该有海龟的资格了。不过他回忆留学生生活的辉煌时只提到 打黑工智斗警察, 送pizza赚小费等。对此我等了好久也没看到他的故事。
他住温哥华的时候，温市政客Tim Louis是他七年的房东，对其乌托邦的思想是深有体会。毕业后到美国工作，他对美加两国的感触比较是：
俺在美国工作了N年， 工资， 如果换成加刀，加拿大没的比。在硅谷， 是个人， 工资折合加刀， 都是6位数。可， 就都是表面的。 在美国， 生活费， cost of living远远高于加拿大。 俺自己租得两室一厅， 要2200美刀一个月。吃东西， 都是一个美刀， 一个加刀。房子， 50万美刀，也就是买个townhouse. 俺的一个朋友， IBM fellow, 200K美刀年薪， 好几年了， 还在攒down payment. 当然, 也有不贵的。如车， 比起年薪就很便宜。BMW在硅谷都滥了街了。
另外， 在美国的生活压力非常大。 俺在美国， 都是一个星期干70个小时。(周一到周六，一天10多个小时)。 美国的发达不是没有原因的。全世界工作时间最长的， 早已不是日本， 是美国。一旦没了工作， 就没医疗保险。 俺被layoff后， 一个月交1300美金的医疗保险。
善待可真谈不上， 美国是唯一七大工业国没有全民医疗保险的。俺现在想起， 被layoff后， 在美国一个月交1300美金的医疗保险， 还只流冷汗。。。。。。
大智兄才出现在加西评论时，喜欢劝架，特别是劝施老师和枪手们不要争执。他爱用笑熬浆糊来打哈哈： 大家来这都是找乐的， 真不必那么计较。不久就发生了日本修改教科书的争论，面对为日军的南京大屠杀的辩护观点，大智兄道：
This is perhaps most bizarre and irrational post I ever read. Rapped? You deserve it, why you are pretty? Robbed, you deserve it, why you are rich? Under your logic, every heinous crime is justified, because you can always name a few reason to blame victims. I guess, Hitler will laugh all the way from tomb, if your logic prevails. Brutality? Blame yourself, dude, why not surrender?
并对以主流观点自居的Steve说了如下的话：
Steve, although your analysis might be accurate and precise, however, you lack the emotion and sensation of a typical Chinese on this issue. To you, this is a conflict between two countries, to us, that is WAR between Japan and our HOMELAND, a war that millions of Chinese were murdered. Chinese army's performance might be lousy, but, the legacy will stay.
至此，大智兄也在加西闯下了名头。不过使他更出名的是"举报"风波。2005年中国驻悉尼的副领事叛逃，并说在加拿大有近千名中国间谍活动。对此，大智兄严肃的表态：俺是看见一个举报一个。这引来了枪手们的不满，因为枪手们认为：这种报道是对华人族裔的攻击，是一个原则问题，而不是表态问题。从此大智兄和枪手们也开始掐架，也看到了大智兄深深融入西方主流的一面。
WANGHU谈及卡特丽娜飓风中美国政府对策的失误时，大智兄便道：民主就是不好啊，还是独裁好。这是把批评布什和赞同独裁划了等号，显示出大智兄义正辞 严，极高的革命警惕性。这使得WANGHU想和大智兄多亲多近了，才发现，他的言行往往有自相矛盾处，不得其解，而且大智兄又有其特殊情况（稍后解释）， 往往是语焉不详。
比如，大智兄有言道：俺觉着北美的精髓就是鼓励平等。要是以钱来衡量人， 会让人觉得很mean。话是精彩，可是在另一个帖子里谈看到电信公司技工的工资时却道：白活了， techinican起薪都6万2加刀。
网上展开对移民目的的争论，枪手认为，100个人有100种目的，而且往往和政治无关，只和经济有关。但大智兄严正声明：俺移民是了为了能批评的民主自由来的！而且他看到别人对加拿大不满的意见时，说：即来之， 则安之。 既然这不不喜欢这地方， 为何不动动屁股？这是完全可以理解的。
问题在于，大智兄自己在加拿大毕业后即到美国工作，直到数年前才回加拿大，那又是什么原因呢？如此热爱加拿大，那么什么样的情况下才会使他离开呢？不多久，工作论坛里出现了一个匿名的帖子，谈论是否该去美国的烦恼：
有个朋友在美国的一间大公司，推荐我他们公司的一分工作。尽管现在的工作 还不错， 但，抱着试一下，练下手的态度就去了。 面谈自我感觉还不错， 但因为没真想去， 就狮子大开口， 要高薪， 要绿卡。 没想到， 今天收到email, 对方都答应了。这现在让我很犯难。 去吧， 现在的公司， 是自己喜欢做的， 而且是小公司， 自己能独当一面。现在自己有个在downtown的office, 景致无限。而且， 虽然同事都是白人， 但，关系很融洽。很舍不得这一切。 而且， 去了，是从bottom做起， 只能躲在一个小小的cubicle. 在大公司了， 每个人只管一点点， 根本没机会去接触多反面。 不去吧，公司是个小公司， 不到百人， 不知道什么会死。 几经裁员， 心里胆战心惊。而且， 还有家庭原因。 太太不是很想去， 因为她是在政府工作，去了美国， 就意味着要丢掉铁饭碗。 被裁员期间， 全靠太太养活。
要大公司，绿卡，高薪？ 还是喜欢的工作，融洽的环境， 和目前稳定的工作？如果要走， 怎么跟同事老板讲那？ 只被裁过， 没有跳过， 没有这方面的经验。
烦呀， 烦。。。。心情很乱， 写的也乱。 见谅。
语气风格和大智兄的极其一致。大家也当作是他，为他提了不少诚恳的建议。最后这匿名者告诉大家他选择了美国。对此事的询问，大智兄从来就是不置可否，但结果是：从此他也渐渐从论坛里淡去了。
2008年4月3日星期四
加西评论人物谱（二）施化
注册时间 2004年4月21日
如果说绿袖子的一个帖子改变了论坛的话，那么施化就应该是在另一种意义上也深深的改变了加西评论。因为他几乎每发一个帖子都会引起热烈讨论，不过很多时候人们好像觉得讨论比他的原文还要有意思。
根据施化自己公布的情况来看，他应该是出身于回国报效的华侨干部家庭，也因这关系在历次斗争中受到牵连，不过这也使得他能在80年代初就能移民到了加拿 大，这和在论坛上出没的大多数中国移民的背景不同。这些际遇对他造成什么影响，是否因此影响了此后文章中的立场，旁人自然不得而知。
施化曾对哈金的《战争垃圾》有感触，并以此自喻，觉得自己在那个年代被荒废了。也因此更是勤奋思考，写作不倦，希望写出一些能流传后世的东西。
他以独立思考自诩，写了不少和以前所受的熟悉的宣传论点截然相反的内容来，比如：把"物质决定意识"改为"意识决定物质"，把"国家利益高于一切"改为" 个人利益高于一切"，"四项基本原则"为"四项基本选择"，等等。虽说观点是完全脱离以往的宣传范围了，但如果论证过程方式没有脱离过去的影响的话，没有 很大的说服力。
以后他再接再厉，把目标干脆对准中华民族，题目有："中华民族，一个失败的民族"，"一个领袖的成功和他民族的失败"，"民族主义，害族主义"，"中国人缺乏逻辑吗"等。标题很是吸引眼球，但其内容并不能与之相称，往往是他那貌似惊人的观点经不起读者质疑。
施化的这类文章曾发表在温哥华的本地中文报纸上，引来另一位作者微言的质疑，有过几次交锋，言辞激烈处，让微言惊讶的说：
施化先生/女士关于"个人利益"的文章又一次让我"惊诧莫名". 不过这次不是为了他/她的理论, 而是觉得, 既然是理论探讨,就免不了有不同的意见出现, 不必如此"大动肝火".记得好像是一位著名的"鲁"先生说过, "辱骂和恐吓绝不是战斗". 施化先生/女士的反驳文章虽然没有"辱骂"(只差一字), 那种恼羞成怒的情急心态却也跃然纸上。
施化在加西出现后，逐渐将这些文章发表在加西评论里的时候，很不巧的遇到两个ID：游主任和WANGHU，他们居然也提出了和微言相似的观点，质疑施化文 的观点，论据和逻辑。其实游WANG二人只是不以施化的矫枉过正的文风为然而已，希望施化的文章能放能收，不要弄得自己没有退路。但施化却似乎认为非此即 彼，不赞同他的就是站在中国政府一边，是他的论敌。
数次交锋后，施化得出了一个令众人大跌眼镜的结论：游WANG二人是中国政府派来的网上枪手，为了消除如施般的独立的对政府有杀伤力的言论，特地从中国上网来攻击他。并屡屡暗示明说这两个枪手和他不在一个时区，领的是人民币工资，等等。后来还专门就枪手一词下过定义：
枪手的意思，即阉割掉自己的灵魂，为某党某派冲锋陷阵，而不是从真实客观出发，用自己的眼光作判断。这和他什么职业无关。而且，如果真的是有正当职业，那也是一个只拿钱不用工作的职业。
更有著名的枪手标准5条：
一，坚定站在某的立场上，拥护某的权威，反对任何对某诚恳善意的批评。出了洋相也不怕难为情，谎称醉酒亦不悔过。
二，以巡网为职业，几乎每隔五分钟搜索一次网页（各位可以注意发帖的时间）。常常是我的第二回帖还没上去，你对第一回帖的回覆就出现了。
三，极少有个人独立见解，但是擅长歪曲他人，否定他人。好容易讲出一个道理，原来是某重复了多年的腐朽八股。
四，对弱小者（如子贤）无理粗暴，咄咄逼人。只要有相反意见，立刻反击回去，几乎没有人敢和你对话三次以上（死硬的施化除外）。言语之间经常流露霸气、匪气、流氓气。
五，坚决不暴露真面目。知道某在海外名声不好，因此藏头掩尾，从不暴露真实身份。一般人选用头像，要么是虚拟的漫画，要么是本人的照片。主任选用照片却不用本人的，令人不解。此外还有一位，以盗版照片为乐。相信主任永远也不敢在我面前现身。
以上的言论，和平时他严肃思考的形象实在不符，由此引起游WANG二人的玩兴，或者说，想要和他凑趣，也是难免了。这里需要严正声明的是：两个枪手之中，游主任似乎是罪有应得，因为最爱和施化掐架的就是他；而WANGHU是无辜的，他只是施化需要强调被众人围攻的悲情中不幸被牵扯进去的。
此后施化谈及我的目的只是想用通俗汉语把中国以外人人皆知的道理说出来，说给那些没有听到过的人听。说白一点，这是启蒙，不是研究的时候，两枪手才恍然大悟，原来撞上了温哥华的启蒙家！于是便肃然起敬，以施老师相称。既然是启蒙家，自然身段很高，看他常指责枪手们捣浆糊，搅局，才明白施化将加西评论当作一个布局，如同大文人在书画下棋一般，偏生遇上两个所谓枪手，跟拉扯他手的顽童似的，不让他施展，心里的恼怒可想而知。
看施化的文章，往往是形式重于内容，堆砌了修辞却不经推敲。比如他把鲁迅当作半个启蒙家摒弃的一文结尾中有这样的文字： 世界上还有许多其他的启蒙思想家，比如法国的卢梭、印度的伏尔泰。这使我纳闷了半天，提醒了他之后才改为印度的泰戈尔。但这只是追求修辞方式，却于理不通。没听过泰戈尔的启蒙事迹，可能是他觉得说法国的卢梭，伏尔泰在修辞上不够华丽吧。
再举个例子，施化在这段里强调宁愿快乐也不要成功：
并非一概地反对成功，但是成功这个词的最大缺陷就在于含义不清、是非 不明。照字义理解，成功就是完全地达到原先预计的目的，而究竟应该以怎么样的目的为目的，就完全不关成功的闲事。换句话说，成功是可以不讲原则、不讲道 义、不讲手段的，"成王败寇"，只要达到目的就行。"白猫黑猫"也是相同道理。这种不计手段的成功追求，掩藏着无穷祸害。政治家追求这样的成功，人民就有 可能受专制之苦；商人追求这样的成功，消费者就可能受假劣产品之害；公务员追求这样的成功，官场就永远腐败黑暗；知识精英追求这样的成功，科技兴国就永远 是梦想。
我也可以照瓢画葫芦，把快乐贬低下去：
并非一概地反对快乐，但是快乐这个词的最大缺陷就在于含义不清、是非不明。 照字义理解，快乐就是让自己高兴，而究竟应该如何让自己高兴，就完全不关快乐的闲事。换句话说，快乐是可以不讲原则、不讲道义、不讲手段的，"把自己的快 乐建立在别人的痛苦之上"，只要自己快乐就行。这种不计手段的快乐追求，掩藏着无穷祸害。政治家追求这样的快乐，人民就有可能受专制之苦；商人追求这样的 快乐，消费者就可能受假劣产品之害；公务员追求这样的快乐，官场就永远腐败黑暗；知识精英追求这样的快乐，科技兴国就永远是梦想。
怎么样？看上去也不错吧。
不过当时的评论版版主据说是以同情弱者的立场要调整火力，把游WANG的帖子删除了不少，无奈之下，游WANG和施化到原创版掐了起来，因为那里的版主是绿袖子还有那个爱卖老的小分头二两油的中年摔锅，斗得尘土飞扬，直到评论版改版，取消版主，引进评论员制度为止。
启蒙家和枪手们在不知不觉中都被冠以特约评论员的称号，枪手们是照样嘻嘻哈哈，不以为意；但施老师还是很认真的，他的理解是加盟加西网，应聘为特约评论员。因此不时地批评指正提醒枪手们不严肃，和评论员身份不相符合的言论。
可惜的是，今年初因加西网一再被封，不得已之下网站也加强了帖子的管理，连以往一些精彩的掐架帖子都被删除了，施化的当然也不例外。在明白不能像以前那样 的发表独立思考的大作之后，施化便从加西网消失了。偶有发言，也是以游客身份，穿了件马甲，蒙面出现了。再往后，就看到施老师的匿名谩骂发言，未免和他平 时一再宣称的反对语言暴力不相称了。
施化的独特风格个性，足以使他列入加西评论人物谱之中。
如果说绿袖子的一个帖子改变了论坛的话，那么施化就应该是在另一种意义上也深深的改变了加西评论。因为他几乎每发一个帖子都会引起热烈讨论，不过很多时候人们好像觉得讨论比他的原文还要有意思。
根据施化自己公布的情况来看，他应该是出身于回国报效的华侨干部家庭，也因这关系在历次斗争中受到牵连，不过这也使得他能在80年代初就能移民到了加拿 大，这和在论坛上出没的大多数中国移民的背景不同。这些际遇对他造成什么影响，是否因此影响了此后文章中的立场，旁人自然不得而知。
施化曾对哈金的《战争垃圾》有感触，并以此自喻，觉得自己在那个年代被荒废了。也因此更是勤奋思考，写作不倦，希望写出一些能流传后世的东西。
他以独立思考自诩，写了不少和以前所受的熟悉的宣传论点截然相反的内容来，比如：把"物质决定意识"改为"意识决定物质"，把"国家利益高于一切"改为" 个人利益高于一切"，"四项基本原则"为"四项基本选择"，等等。虽说观点是完全脱离以往的宣传范围了，但如果论证过程方式没有脱离过去的影响的话，没有 很大的说服力。
以后他再接再厉，把目标干脆对准中华民族，题目有："中华民族，一个失败的民族"，"一个领袖的成功和他民族的失败"，"民族主义，害族主义"，"中国人缺乏逻辑吗"等。标题很是吸引眼球，但其内容并不能与之相称，往往是他那貌似惊人的观点经不起读者质疑。
施化的这类文章曾发表在温哥华的本地中文报纸上，引来另一位作者微言的质疑，有过几次交锋，言辞激烈处，让微言惊讶的说：
施化先生/女士关于"个人利益"的文章又一次让我"惊诧莫名". 不过这次不是为了他/她的理论, 而是觉得, 既然是理论探讨,就免不了有不同的意见出现, 不必如此"大动肝火".记得好像是一位著名的"鲁"先生说过, "辱骂和恐吓绝不是战斗". 施化先生/女士的反驳文章虽然没有"辱骂"(只差一字), 那种恼羞成怒的情急心态却也跃然纸上。
施化在加西出现后，逐渐将这些文章发表在加西评论里的时候，很不巧的遇到两个ID：游主任和WANGHU，他们居然也提出了和微言相似的观点，质疑施化文 的观点，论据和逻辑。其实游WANG二人只是不以施化的矫枉过正的文风为然而已，希望施化的文章能放能收，不要弄得自己没有退路。但施化却似乎认为非此即 彼，不赞同他的就是站在中国政府一边，是他的论敌。
数次交锋后，施化得出了一个令众人大跌眼镜的结论：游WANG二人是中国政府派来的网上枪手，为了消除如施般的独立的对政府有杀伤力的言论，特地从中国上网来攻击他。并屡屡暗示明说这两个枪手和他不在一个时区，领的是人民币工资，等等。后来还专门就枪手一词下过定义：
枪手的意思，即阉割掉自己的灵魂，为某党某派冲锋陷阵，而不是从真实客观出发，用自己的眼光作判断。这和他什么职业无关。而且，如果真的是有正当职业，那也是一个只拿钱不用工作的职业。
更有著名的枪手标准5条：
一，坚定站在某的立场上，拥护某的权威，反对任何对某诚恳善意的批评。出了洋相也不怕难为情，谎称醉酒亦不悔过。
二，以巡网为职业，几乎每隔五分钟搜索一次网页（各位可以注意发帖的时间）。常常是我的第二回帖还没上去，你对第一回帖的回覆就出现了。
三，极少有个人独立见解，但是擅长歪曲他人，否定他人。好容易讲出一个道理，原来是某重复了多年的腐朽八股。
四，对弱小者（如子贤）无理粗暴，咄咄逼人。只要有相反意见，立刻反击回去，几乎没有人敢和你对话三次以上（死硬的施化除外）。言语之间经常流露霸气、匪气、流氓气。
五，坚决不暴露真面目。知道某在海外名声不好，因此藏头掩尾，从不暴露真实身份。一般人选用头像，要么是虚拟的漫画，要么是本人的照片。主任选用照片却不用本人的，令人不解。此外还有一位，以盗版照片为乐。相信主任永远也不敢在我面前现身。
以上的言论，和平时他严肃思考的形象实在不符，由此引起游WANG二人的玩兴，或者说，想要和他凑趣，也是难免了。这里需要严正声明的是：两个枪手之中，游主任似乎是罪有应得，因为最爱和施化掐架的就是他；而WANGHU是无辜的，他只是施化需要强调被众人围攻的悲情中不幸被牵扯进去的。
此后施化谈及我的目的只是想用通俗汉语把中国以外人人皆知的道理说出来，说给那些没有听到过的人听。说白一点，这是启蒙，不是研究的时候，两枪手才恍然大悟，原来撞上了温哥华的启蒙家！于是便肃然起敬，以施老师相称。既然是启蒙家，自然身段很高，看他常指责枪手们捣浆糊，搅局，才明白施化将加西评论当作一个布局，如同大文人在书画下棋一般，偏生遇上两个所谓枪手，跟拉扯他手的顽童似的，不让他施展，心里的恼怒可想而知。
看施化的文章，往往是形式重于内容，堆砌了修辞却不经推敲。比如他把鲁迅当作半个启蒙家摒弃的一文结尾中有这样的文字： 世界上还有许多其他的启蒙思想家，比如法国的卢梭、印度的伏尔泰。这使我纳闷了半天，提醒了他之后才改为印度的泰戈尔。但这只是追求修辞方式，却于理不通。没听过泰戈尔的启蒙事迹，可能是他觉得说法国的卢梭，伏尔泰在修辞上不够华丽吧。
再举个例子，施化在这段里强调宁愿快乐也不要成功：
并非一概地反对成功，但是成功这个词的最大缺陷就在于含义不清、是非 不明。照字义理解，成功就是完全地达到原先预计的目的，而究竟应该以怎么样的目的为目的，就完全不关成功的闲事。换句话说，成功是可以不讲原则、不讲道 义、不讲手段的，"成王败寇"，只要达到目的就行。"白猫黑猫"也是相同道理。这种不计手段的成功追求，掩藏着无穷祸害。政治家追求这样的成功，人民就有 可能受专制之苦；商人追求这样的成功，消费者就可能受假劣产品之害；公务员追求这样的成功，官场就永远腐败黑暗；知识精英追求这样的成功，科技兴国就永远 是梦想。
我也可以照瓢画葫芦，把快乐贬低下去：
并非一概地反对快乐，但是快乐这个词的最大缺陷就在于含义不清、是非不明。 照字义理解，快乐就是让自己高兴，而究竟应该如何让自己高兴，就完全不关快乐的闲事。换句话说，快乐是可以不讲原则、不讲道义、不讲手段的，"把自己的快 乐建立在别人的痛苦之上"，只要自己快乐就行。这种不计手段的快乐追求，掩藏着无穷祸害。政治家追求这样的快乐，人民就有可能受专制之苦；商人追求这样的 快乐，消费者就可能受假劣产品之害；公务员追求这样的快乐，官场就永远腐败黑暗；知识精英追求这样的快乐，科技兴国就永远是梦想。
怎么样？看上去也不错吧。
不过当时的评论版版主据说是以同情弱者的立场要调整火力，把游WANG的帖子删除了不少，无奈之下，游WANG和施化到原创版掐了起来，因为那里的版主是绿袖子还有那个爱卖老的小分头二两油的中年摔锅，斗得尘土飞扬，直到评论版改版，取消版主，引进评论员制度为止。
启蒙家和枪手们在不知不觉中都被冠以特约评论员的称号，枪手们是照样嘻嘻哈哈，不以为意；但施老师还是很认真的，他的理解是加盟加西网，应聘为特约评论员。因此不时地批评指正提醒枪手们不严肃，和评论员身份不相符合的言论。
可惜的是，今年初因加西网一再被封，不得已之下网站也加强了帖子的管理，连以往一些精彩的掐架帖子都被删除了，施化的当然也不例外。在明白不能像以前那样 的发表独立思考的大作之后，施化便从加西网消失了。偶有发言，也是以游客身份，穿了件马甲，蒙面出现了。再往后，就看到施老师的匿名谩骂发言，未免和他平 时一再宣称的反对语言暴力不相称了。
施化的独特风格个性，足以使他列入加西评论人物谱之中。
加西评论人物谱（一）绿袖子
注册时间：2003年8月27日
如同很多网站，加西网也是从熟人朋友小圈子发展起来的。所谓加西小圈子，应该就是从网站开办时起算吧。看第一个注册的村长，时间是2003年1月，就可以知道绿袖子该是元老级的人物了。
如果在网下熟识某人，那么在网上也自然亲切些。有人抱怨说在加西论坛发生争执，有其他版的版主赶来帮忙，也是可以理解的。但如果网站一直局限在小圈子里，就无法争取更多的用户。
绿袖子管理原创版块，平时在评论版很低调，但在所谓"枪手事件"中却站在了素不相识的用户一边，对当时的评论版版主片面删帖的做法公开提出了意见：
版主对版面的管理不仅仅是删贴，维持帖子的完整性及连续性也是很重要的，这有利于读者对主贴及回贴的理解。绿袖子以上的评论对事不对人，如有得罪之处，请版主海涵。
这一段话心平气和，对于纠正当时版块的气氛来说却是有石破天惊的作用。虽说不满的人很多，但元老级的人物站出来发言的分量是不同的。加西评论也以此为契机取消了版主制度，改为评论员，这是后话了。对于当时受到压力心生去意的两个枪手来说，是使得他们对加西网有了信心。
在一次谈论日本教科书问题的时候，Steve宣称除非中国政府能正确处理自己的教科书问题否则其发言便是没有可信度。因此引来了不少人的不满，也导致Steve给游主任和WANGHU扣上了"the champions of Chinese orthodoxy on Westca"即 中国正统卫道士的帽子。一时间论坛的温度很高，但潜水已久的绿袖子的发言还是一如既往地冷静和切中要害：
Steve的帖子我几乎都有看过，无论他有多么通晓中文多么了解中 国，于我们土生土长的来自于中国的移民而言，对中国的了解和理解始终还是有他的局限性，这与他成长、学习及生活的背景有很大的关系，我们无法要求他会用我 们熟悉的思维方式来思考目前中国的问题。就如同我们今天无论多么通晓英文多么西化，我们依然对local的一些人和事无法有相同或相通的理解，这是我们原 先的生活及文化背景带给我们的局限。
Steve的观点我个人多数都是无法赞同的，但看他帖子的同时可以让我们了解以Steve为代表的对中国政经、文化相当感兴趣的而对中国有着片面了解的一些人的观点，这不也开阔了我们的视野嘛 ，呵呵。
这段发言，一直到现在都是对Steve很精确的描述。
不过绿袖子并不是一直能保持冷静的。有一次有人在凡凡发的主帖后跟帖开了个玩笑，她没看清帖子搞笑的意思就急忙发帖批评那人，结果引来枪手们的嬉笑（这里要BS他们一下）。不过也看出她为朋友打抱不平的另一面。
绿袖子虽然在加西评论露面不多，但难得的数次发言都很有意义，甚至改变了加西评论。在加西评论人物谱中不提到她不行。
如同很多网站，加西网也是从熟人朋友小圈子发展起来的。所谓加西小圈子，应该就是从网站开办时起算吧。看第一个注册的村长，时间是2003年1月，就可以知道绿袖子该是元老级的人物了。
如果在网下熟识某人，那么在网上也自然亲切些。有人抱怨说在加西论坛发生争执，有其他版的版主赶来帮忙，也是可以理解的。但如果网站一直局限在小圈子里，就无法争取更多的用户。
绿袖子管理原创版块，平时在评论版很低调，但在所谓"枪手事件"中却站在了素不相识的用户一边，对当时的评论版版主片面删帖的做法公开提出了意见：
版主对版面的管理不仅仅是删贴，维持帖子的完整性及连续性也是很重要的，这有利于读者对主贴及回贴的理解。绿袖子以上的评论对事不对人，如有得罪之处，请版主海涵。
这一段话心平气和，对于纠正当时版块的气氛来说却是有石破天惊的作用。虽说不满的人很多，但元老级的人物站出来发言的分量是不同的。加西评论也以此为契机取消了版主制度，改为评论员，这是后话了。对于当时受到压力心生去意的两个枪手来说，是使得他们对加西网有了信心。
在一次谈论日本教科书问题的时候，Steve宣称除非中国政府能正确处理自己的教科书问题否则其发言便是没有可信度。因此引来了不少人的不满，也导致Steve给游主任和WANGHU扣上了"the champions of Chinese orthodoxy on Westca"即 中国正统卫道士的帽子。一时间论坛的温度很高，但潜水已久的绿袖子的发言还是一如既往地冷静和切中要害：
Steve的帖子我几乎都有看过，无论他有多么通晓中文多么了解中 国，于我们土生土长的来自于中国的移民而言，对中国的了解和理解始终还是有他的局限性，这与他成长、学习及生活的背景有很大的关系，我们无法要求他会用我 们熟悉的思维方式来思考目前中国的问题。就如同我们今天无论多么通晓英文多么西化，我们依然对local的一些人和事无法有相同或相通的理解，这是我们原 先的生活及文化背景带给我们的局限。
Steve的观点我个人多数都是无法赞同的，但看他帖子的同时可以让我们了解以Steve为代表的对中国政经、文化相当感兴趣的而对中国有着片面了解的一些人的观点，这不也开阔了我们的视野嘛 ，呵呵。
这段发言，一直到现在都是对Steve很精确的描述。
不过绿袖子并不是一直能保持冷静的。有一次有人在凡凡发的主帖后跟帖开了个玩笑，她没看清帖子搞笑的意思就急忙发帖批评那人，结果引来枪手们的嬉笑（这里要BS他们一下）。不过也看出她为朋友打抱不平的另一面。
绿袖子虽然在加西评论露面不多，但难得的数次发言都很有意义，甚至改变了加西评论。在加西评论人物谱中不提到她不行。
加西评论人物谱（序）
中文论坛，如果不是太过专业化的，都有一个讨论时事政治的栏目。这北美中文网的前身加西生活网也不例外，对应的栏目就叫“加西评论”。加西评论从2004 年5月27日开版，到2006年3月15日改版为“本地时政沙龙”为止。不到两年的时间里，各种观点冲突激荡，擦出火花，一时间也颇为热闹。成为加西一 景。
虽说在网上都是闲聊空谈而已，但不知道为什么，对政治特别是中国的话题，大家都比较容易上火，更有动辄上升到政治斗争高度者，简直不把论坛当作茶馆，而是 战场了。这也是一大奇事，因为温哥华是个平静的小城市，不是什么杰出人物落脚处，不应该有如此众多慷慨激昂之士。平时谈论加国政治，卑诗省选，虽然也有持 各种观点者，但即使意见交锋也没有如此激烈。
加西网希望做连接加中的桥梁，所以再三声明：不欢迎极端批评现在中国的言论。这是加西网定的规矩，和言论自由无关，任何网站总有其经营方针，外人也无权干 涉。偏有不少勇士们要挑战这规矩，反正是拆别人的家不心疼。加西也因此被国内屏蔽数次。无奈之下，最后只好改版，限定只谈加国时政。
在此期间，涌现了不少持各种观点的人物，除却一些有特殊背景的，倒也有些有趣的人物。这些有趣的人物，有的已经远离加西，有的则选择低调潜水，偶尔到新版的时政评论冒泡。现在的评论版里的活跃人物中，已经极少有当时的人物出现了。
我见证了那段时期，一直想将这些人物以及发生的相关事件记录下来，留作纪念。
要声明的是，提到的人物都是加西论坛注册的ID，如果和实际生活中，甚至这里博客中有重名，读者以为不相符合者，不是我的责任，而且我也只是从我自己的视角看问题而已。
虽说在网上都是闲聊空谈而已，但不知道为什么，对政治特别是中国的话题，大家都比较容易上火，更有动辄上升到政治斗争高度者，简直不把论坛当作茶馆，而是 战场了。这也是一大奇事，因为温哥华是个平静的小城市，不是什么杰出人物落脚处，不应该有如此众多慷慨激昂之士。平时谈论加国政治，卑诗省选，虽然也有持 各种观点者，但即使意见交锋也没有如此激烈。
加西网希望做连接加中的桥梁，所以再三声明：不欢迎极端批评现在中国的言论。这是加西网定的规矩，和言论自由无关，任何网站总有其经营方针，外人也无权干 涉。偏有不少勇士们要挑战这规矩，反正是拆别人的家不心疼。加西也因此被国内屏蔽数次。无奈之下，最后只好改版，限定只谈加国时政。
在此期间，涌现了不少持各种观点的人物，除却一些有特殊背景的，倒也有些有趣的人物。这些有趣的人物，有的已经远离加西，有的则选择低调潜水，偶尔到新版的时政评论冒泡。现在的评论版里的活跃人物中，已经极少有当时的人物出现了。
我见证了那段时期，一直想将这些人物以及发生的相关事件记录下来，留作纪念。
要声明的是，提到的人物都是加西论坛注册的ID，如果和实际生活中，甚至这里博客中有重名，读者以为不相符合者，不是我的责任，而且我也只是从我自己的视角看问题而已。
2008年4月1日星期二
The Furious Larry--THE ADVENTURES OF CHICKIE AND MICKIE I
Once upon a time there lived, in a farm, two best friends named Chickie the chick and Mickie the horse a.k.a., C&M. This farm is called Mike’s Magical farm. The two friends had many things in common and many things that differed. For example, they were both unusual amongst chickens and horses owing to the fact that they were both orange, whereas Chickie loved it, Mickie hated it (mainly because he had an ex-girlfriend who didn’t go out with him because of it). While Chickie had a foot like “a peace sign without the circle”, as his mother put it, Mickie’s was heart shaped But the most unusual thing they had in common was that they could talk, though they hid it very well…
One beautiful, bright morning, on a cool summer day the two friends woke up with a start as angry voices drifted their way.
“Oh, no, I am not selling that unusual pair, Chickie and Mickie and you know very well Larry oh you know so very well”, which was recognized at once as the hard-working farmer, Mike, also the owner of Mike’s Magical farm. “Even for $200,000!”
“Oh, really?!” demanded the furious Larry who was Mike’s impatient, hard faced cousin who had brown hair. He was the only person (apart from Mike) who knew their “secret”.
“Yes, really! I’ve raised them since they were babies!”
They heard quickening footsteps and very loud voices.
“I’ll give you one last chance, and it’s final! $300, 000, for both of them! Take it or you’ll be sorry!”
C&M both groaned silently, but they needn’t to; Mike wasn’t going to give in so easily, like he said.
“Nope, not even if you pay a million dollars, NO! Now go away; I need to feed the animals. And stop bugging me! You’re trespassing, you are!” Mike retorted gruffly, thick with annoyance. The door burst open, and a stream of light made its way in.
Mike stomped in, his face as red as a beet. Forgetting to say “hi” to them, and not seeming to be aware they were there, he looked like an angry zombie. He accidentally treaded on Mickie’s orange tail. Only when Mickie neighed indignantly did he notice them.
“Oh, morning, troops” he said in a “would be a falsely cheery voice if was without the almost surprised tone.”
Then he just kept muttering about Larry trespassing and nosing in other people’s business, until Chickie interrupted him.
“Uh, Mike, could you please give us some breakfast?” Chickie asked timidly, in his usual, squeaky voice.
“Huh? Oh yeah, sure.”
Mike served them breakfast in a clumsy manner. His lousy manner served for the rest of the afternoon.
But Mike didn’t know that Larry meant what he said, although he trusted Larry about as much as a slug could jump.
At precisely that moment, he was thinking of the best way to steal C&M. Then, after he had succeeded, he, Larry Lourdes, would be rich! First, he would sell his factory, Leaky Laundries he could put on shows with towering prices! He rubbed his hands together in anticipation and smiled devilishly. In the end, he decided to think about that later.
About at 9:00p.m, a dirty, grimy, black Ford pulled up the drive of Mike’s Magical farm. Two men dressed in pitch black suits opened the front doors. The driver gave the other man a net, a crate, and a thumbs up. The man slipped off into the darkness, sly as a fox, his feet hardly making a sound. Soon, there was a muffled shriek, and a neigh, hardly heard by anyone.
“Breakfast time, you lazy louses!” joked Mike the next day, feeling extremely refreshed after a nice sleep. Now he just felt a little bit worried because he usually would hear a sleepy yawn and a chirp. But today he heard only silence, an eerie silence that was broken by the barn door creaking open and his bewildered gasp.
The barn was completely devoid of the two friends. Mike ran to call the police. Then, a memory stirred in his mind. ‘You’ll be sorry!’ Larry’s face burst clearly in his mind…
30 minutes later, Mike arrived at Leaky Laundries. He quickly parked his car and rushed to all the half windows, which led to the dungeons, the only rooms in Leaky Laundries that the doors could be locked,-but the windows couldn’t!
Mike finally saw them. They were in room 5. They were locked in a large cage with a
What can I do? , thought Mike frantically. Call the police!
Forgetting that someone might see the open window, he rushed to his car.
Meanwhile, Chickie and Mickie were trying to undo the lock, so they could get out to safety.
“Hey, what a weird shape!” whispered Chickie. “Like a peace sign without the circle!”
Like a peace sign without the circle… Like a peace sign without the circle…a memory stirred in Mickie’s mind…
“Chickie! Your foot!” cried Mickie triumphly “It can undo the lock!”
Shaking with excitement, Chickie put his foot through the keyhole. He turned it. Click! The door opened. They were out!
They heard nearing footsteps and a distant clock chiming 12:00.They got out quickly and hid in the closet.
The door to room 5 opened and closed quickly.
“What?” cried a voice they recognized as Larry’s. “I can’t believe it.”
They heard him muttering,
“One of the workers must have taken them to the other cage”
After they thought it was safe, they walked out and stood on the cage and climbed out the open window…
After Mike had phoned the police, they came almost immediately, owing to the fact that they were 3 blocks away.
The sirens and a clip-clopping noise filled the air.
Wait thought Mike, a clip-clopping noise? He spun around and found himself face-to-face with-
“Chickie and Mickie!” cried Mike happily.
Then without another word, he through his arms around Mickie while Chickie chirped happily on his head.
Soon, after the police had come and Mike showed them the evidence that C&M were his and how they had escaped, and Larry was sent to jail, they were finally safe.
At least, for a while…
One beautiful, bright morning, on a cool summer day the two friends woke up with a start as angry voices drifted their way.
“Oh, no, I am not selling that unusual pair, Chickie and Mickie and you know very well Larry oh you know so very well”, which was recognized at once as the hard-working farmer, Mike, also the owner of Mike’s Magical farm. “Even for $200,000!”
“Oh, really?!” demanded the furious Larry who was Mike’s impatient, hard faced cousin who had brown hair. He was the only person (apart from Mike) who knew their “secret”.
“Yes, really! I’ve raised them since they were babies!”
They heard quickening footsteps and very loud voices.
“I’ll give you one last chance, and it’s final! $300, 000, for both of them! Take it or you’ll be sorry!”
C&M both groaned silently, but they needn’t to; Mike wasn’t going to give in so easily, like he said.
“Nope, not even if you pay a million dollars, NO! Now go away; I need to feed the animals. And stop bugging me! You’re trespassing, you are!” Mike retorted gruffly, thick with annoyance. The door burst open, and a stream of light made its way in.
Mike stomped in, his face as red as a beet. Forgetting to say “hi” to them, and not seeming to be aware they were there, he looked like an angry zombie. He accidentally treaded on Mickie’s orange tail. Only when Mickie neighed indignantly did he notice them.
“Oh, morning, troops” he said in a “would be a falsely cheery voice if was without the almost surprised tone.”
Then he just kept muttering about Larry trespassing and nosing in other people’s business, until Chickie interrupted him.
“Uh, Mike, could you please give us some breakfast?” Chickie asked timidly, in his usual, squeaky voice.
“Huh? Oh yeah, sure.”
Mike served them breakfast in a clumsy manner. His lousy manner served for the rest of the afternoon.
But Mike didn’t know that Larry meant what he said, although he trusted Larry about as much as a slug could jump.
At precisely that moment, he was thinking of the best way to steal C&M. Then, after he had succeeded, he, Larry Lourdes, would be rich! First, he would sell his factory, Leaky Laundries he could put on shows with towering prices! He rubbed his hands together in anticipation and smiled devilishly. In the end, he decided to think about that later.
About at 9:00p.m, a dirty, grimy, black Ford pulled up the drive of Mike’s Magical farm. Two men dressed in pitch black suits opened the front doors. The driver gave the other man a net, a crate, and a thumbs up. The man slipped off into the darkness, sly as a fox, his feet hardly making a sound. Soon, there was a muffled shriek, and a neigh, hardly heard by anyone.
“Breakfast time, you lazy louses!” joked Mike the next day, feeling extremely refreshed after a nice sleep. Now he just felt a little bit worried because he usually would hear a sleepy yawn and a chirp. But today he heard only silence, an eerie silence that was broken by the barn door creaking open and his bewildered gasp.
The barn was completely devoid of the two friends. Mike ran to call the police. Then, a memory stirred in his mind. ‘You’ll be sorry!’ Larry’s face burst clearly in his mind…
30 minutes later, Mike arrived at Leaky Laundries. He quickly parked his car and rushed to all the half windows, which led to the dungeons, the only rooms in Leaky Laundries that the doors could be locked,-but the windows couldn’t!
Mike finally saw them. They were in room 5. They were locked in a large cage with a
What can I do? , thought Mike frantically. Call the police!
Forgetting that someone might see the open window, he rushed to his car.
Meanwhile, Chickie and Mickie were trying to undo the lock, so they could get out to safety.
“Hey, what a weird shape!” whispered Chickie. “Like a peace sign without the circle!”
Like a peace sign without the circle… Like a peace sign without the circle…a memory stirred in Mickie’s mind…
“Chickie! Your foot!” cried Mickie triumphly “It can undo the lock!”
Shaking with excitement, Chickie put his foot through the keyhole. He turned it. Click! The door opened. They were out!
They heard nearing footsteps and a distant clock chiming 12:00.They got out quickly and hid in the closet.
The door to room 5 opened and closed quickly.
“What?” cried a voice they recognized as Larry’s. “I can’t believe it.”
They heard him muttering,
“One of the workers must have taken them to the other cage”
After they thought it was safe, they walked out and stood on the cage and climbed out the open window…
After Mike had phoned the police, they came almost immediately, owing to the fact that they were 3 blocks away.
The sirens and a clip-clopping noise filled the air.
Wait thought Mike, a clip-clopping noise? He spun around and found himself face-to-face with-
“Chickie and Mickie!” cried Mike happily.
Then without another word, he through his arms around Mickie while Chickie chirped happily on his head.
Soon, after the police had come and Mike showed them the evidence that C&M were his and how they had escaped, and Larry was sent to jail, they were finally safe.
At least, for a while…
Picking Cherries
Going to pick cherries is very fun. That’s what we did in mid July, when we were going camping in Okanogan near that place, so we decided to go there.
My parents and I went to 2 farms. At both, the trees were so tall that we had to climb big ladders to get the best cherries; a man who worked at one farm said the trees were almost 60 years old!
At the first farm, we climbed old, but sturdy, wooden ladders to get fat, purple cherries. My mom is kind of afraid of heights, so she hesitated to pick the cherries with us at first, but then she saw me and dad eating the big, fat cherries so she got envious and overcame her fear. In total, at that farm, we picked about ½ buckets of cherries.
At the 2nd farm, there were some new metal ladders, but mostly old wobbly ones that were uncomfortable to stand on. I stood on one and it made me feel so nervous! But there were lots of cherries. There were even some branches that were covered in cherries!
We picked a bit over a bucket of cherries. A man who worked there had a funny accent that sounded a bit like Hagrid (in Harry Potter).
If we ever go camping in Okanogan, picking cherries will be something that I’ll look for ward to.
My parents and I went to 2 farms. At both, the trees were so tall that we had to climb big ladders to get the best cherries; a man who worked at one farm said the trees were almost 60 years old!
At the first farm, we climbed old, but sturdy, wooden ladders to get fat, purple cherries. My mom is kind of afraid of heights, so she hesitated to pick the cherries with us at first, but then she saw me and dad eating the big, fat cherries so she got envious and overcame her fear. In total, at that farm, we picked about ½ buckets of cherries.
At the 2nd farm, there were some new metal ladders, but mostly old wobbly ones that were uncomfortable to stand on. I stood on one and it made me feel so nervous! But there were lots of cherries. There were even some branches that were covered in cherries!
We picked a bit over a bucket of cherries. A man who worked there had a funny accent that sounded a bit like Hagrid (in Harry Potter).
If we ever go camping in Okanogan, picking cherries will be something that I’ll look for ward to.
Loss of Hope, Gain of Freedom
In this story, we have created a fictional tale of the African slaves escaping from America to Canada through an underground railroad. This story is based on true facts before the Civil War began and slavery ended.
In the beginning of the story, we have a normal African family eating a meal. Suddenly, a drum starts beating a warning that tells Africans “White men are coming! Run!” The African family raced to the forest as the white men chases and captures them.
They are dragged onto a ship and sailed to an auction. The auctioneer sells them and different people buy them. Since the main character is the African father, we act out his new family in America. He is brought to a rich, but mean household with two daughters. He is tortured by having to pick tabbacco in the scorching sun. One of the slaves tells everyone about an underground railroad leading to Canada, where they can live in peace. Unfortunately, the owner’s daughters spied on them and told their parents about it.
Disturbed by the eerie night sounds of the forest, the owners leave in search of their escaping slaves. As they run to find out what the spooky sounds are, one by one the slaves escape. Sadly, an old slave named George loses his balance and falls, causing a loud noise. His owners find and kill him. Fortunately, all the other slaves escape successfully to Canada, never to be slaves again.
Today, Africans are scattered all throughout North America and are no longer slaves. Now, they are treated just like any other person.
We worked very hard to create this story and to act it out. Of course, we all owe this to our wonderful teachers: Sarah, Josh, and Kelsey. And to our terrific parents sending us here to Gateway academy! We hope you liked our show and come again!
In the beginning of the story, we have a normal African family eating a meal. Suddenly, a drum starts beating a warning that tells Africans “White men are coming! Run!” The African family raced to the forest as the white men chases and captures them.
They are dragged onto a ship and sailed to an auction. The auctioneer sells them and different people buy them. Since the main character is the African father, we act out his new family in America. He is brought to a rich, but mean household with two daughters. He is tortured by having to pick tabbacco in the scorching sun. One of the slaves tells everyone about an underground railroad leading to Canada, where they can live in peace. Unfortunately, the owner’s daughters spied on them and told their parents about it.
Disturbed by the eerie night sounds of the forest, the owners leave in search of their escaping slaves. As they run to find out what the spooky sounds are, one by one the slaves escape. Sadly, an old slave named George loses his balance and falls, causing a loud noise. His owners find and kill him. Fortunately, all the other slaves escape successfully to Canada, never to be slaves again.
Today, Africans are scattered all throughout North America and are no longer slaves. Now, they are treated just like any other person.
We worked very hard to create this story and to act it out. Of course, we all owe this to our wonderful teachers: Sarah, Josh, and Kelsey. And to our terrific parents sending us here to Gateway academy! We hope you liked our show and come again!
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