Posted on 07/31/2015 11:49:41 AM PDT by Slings and Arrows
The time has come to take action against thread hijackers.
Let me begin with an example of thread hijacking:
Like most Freepers, I am pro-life. Abortion and and euthanasia appall me, and marketing the results even more so. I support candidates who oppose the culture of death, and cheer when it is thwarted.
I also do not find it necessary to mention these facts on EVERY. FREAKING. THREAD.
There is a certain type of Freeper, though, who has no such restraint. For these zealots, any thread that deviates from the pro-life cause, no matter how trivially, is a heresy that must be immediately suppressed.
You are shocked by cruelty to animals? I guess that means you couldn't care less about the cruelty of THE MILLIONS OF CHILDREN ABORTED EVERY YEAR!!!!!
You lost a beloved pet? Why can't you mourn THE THOUSANDS OF ABORTED BABIES WHO DIED THE SAME DAY?!!!!
Your car shredded its transmission and you're looking at thousands of dollars in repairs? Why aren't you thinking about THE BABIES WHO WILL NEVER GROW UP TO BE AUTO MECHANICS BECAUSE THEY WERE ABORTED?!!!!
(OK, maybe I made that last one up.)
Arguing with these people is pointless. It's the same principle as wrestling with a pig - you just get muddy and the pig enjoys it. Similarly, trying to convince them that they are being rude is a waste of time - THE CAUSE is far more important little things like courtesy and respect.
So, what can we do about it?
We can get drunk.
I hereby propose The Thread Hijack Drinking Game. The rules are simple: When a poster tries to hijack an unrelated thread to his or her pet cause, you 1) reply to the hijack attempt by quoting the text in question, followed by the word "DRINK!", and 2) Take a drink (or any volume) of your favorite beverage (alcoholic or non-alcoholic). Moderation is suggested on animal cruelty threads to avoid alcohol poisoning.
This game will not, I admit, solve the thread hijacking problem. But after a certain number of attempts we will no longer care.
And if anyone is offended by my little proposal, I can only say...
DRINK!
Wow. That’s very much precise drawing!
My grandfather had three sheds full of stuff out in Missouri!
Going to Walmart.
I just looked at the sketches and thought how much the guy must have loved his grandfather. And as always, there was some wag on there that saw it as a waste of time... No comment for him and his doo-doo brane.
Been. Somewhere. You have FReepmail.
My Dad had a shed behind the garage/workshop. It contained stuff. Lots of it.
Old tools, a couple of really large diameter saws from a sawmill (which we assumed came from Mom’s family somehow since Greatgrandfather ran a sawmill back when the Black Swamp in NW Ohio still had trees, pipe, pieces of wood, a couple of chests with nutsboltsnailsscrewsandsuch, some scaffolding, a couple rope/block/tackle thingies, some skyhooks...
In other words, stuff. Lots of it. And every year we were given the task of ‘cleaning out’ the shed. That activity was accomplished by removing everything from the shed. Then putting it all back in.
I have no memory of Dad throwing anything that made it into that shed away. Ever.
Neither does my Sister. :-)
Only in an alternate universe. Or University.
My dad had an old shop that came with the property when we bought the land after leaving Alaska Territory. There was a dirt cellar under the shop, a “garage” of sorts to the north, and a coal shed to the south.
I used to love the shop (I still had a year before I could start school) because of the smells. My dad was a painter and carpenter and to this day, sawdust, turpentine, paint all bring back his memory, just like Bay Rum after shave does.
And after all this time (he passed away when I was 17) I miss him very much.
My grandmother was a hoarder, too, and Dad got it from them. I got the “clear it out” genes from Mom.
Reeling, writhing, and fainting in coils...
What you learned at Snake School?
My mother was a clutterer, but I think that’s why I’ve been so OCD about living space and what should be in it. If I had the money to get a lot of “space-saving” furniture/devices, I would have them in a heartbeat. (Maybe that’s what my dad brought to the table, but he was out of town for most of my life, so I’ll never know.)
Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in Coils
Someday, when I have my apartment in the old folks’ home, it will be very tidy and organized.
Oh, a cottonmouth!
Mock Turtle
It’s difficult for me to have an aide, though I know I need one to do the housework on a regular basis. I’m too OCD for most of them...the new one, well if she lasts, she will learn a lot.
My bathroom bins are arranged by color, then usefulness. And heaven forbid you make the bed with anything but “hospital corners.” And don’t EVER try to wash dishes with a sponge with a dab of detergent on it...you will be FIRED!
I cleaned houses at one time to feed my son, and I know what is CLEAN. I expect no less from the hired help. (My bad.)
Duh! I thought nobody would try that except a 13-year-old.
Like, a sweater?
Well, that’s Southern, too.
I have had three aides in recent years who did it this way (plus my daughter, once) and it was all I could do to keep from going ballistic.
The practice may not have originated in Mexico, but it is common with people from there. The theory is that water is so precious and needs to be brought in (in buckets) and therefore, the dishes don’t get really clean.
Sponge them off, then try to rinse in progressively soapy water. This is America and my water is included in my rent so DO NOT wash dishes this way!
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