Wow, the lynch mob from the drug addicts thread (http://www.ilovephilosophy.com/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=154911) wants to ban the pro drug war girl. 
And they think they can get away with it because the obviousness of being home-schooled by my mom (the person you knew as “JennyHeart”) is “sufficient” reason to delude that we are one and the same person. 
I let the site owner and moderators and everyone know up front from the moment I arrived who I was, and I wasn’t banned. 
And I have continued to reiterate the matter when “appropriate”. 
So you have no “identity” issue here, boys. 
I will remind you, that no moderator worth their salt would reward the LCD sheep’s obvious ploy, as it is quite clear that you want me banned for my issue perspective and my complete way of effectively getting at the truth as a good philosopher does. 
Indeed, many don’t have a problem with me at all. 
It seems, however, that all the self-admitted drugees do. 
And, of course, how convenient that you ignore the fact that in the drug war thread I was attacked long before I defended, and I was attacked solely because the pro drug addict attackers ran out of “rational” replies to my valid on-topic points.
So, as I predicted, here you all have ultimately lynch-mob flocked: http://www.ilovephilosophy.com/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=155601. 
And, now that I have you all together, it’s indeed time for a little poetry corner. 
Enjoy: So their God He did smite
To the Angels’ delight
Yes the sheep they all beamed with such glee
For the realm had been spared
From the threat of truth bared
That so bothers the mass LCD
The one that was hung
Had been treated like dung
For her crime of refusing to cave
To the mob that was hired
By the rams co-conspired
For to banish society’s brave
And the henchmen were paid
So they mostly just stayed
Quite aloof from the aftermath’s fray
Where a few with some guts
Did for sure make no buts
About right-doing gone quite astray
Though 'midst threats of smite too
Strong goats bleated anew
The sad lament of justice awry
And they wondered aloud
To the brave in the crowd
Who’ll remove now the mote from God’s eye?