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!
Must be breakfast time....
I thought of that, after I hit “Post,” and my reaction was, “WHAT was I THINKING??”
Awww...! Cute little deaf kitty!!!
I’ve already been down to Rebel to get the quarters and a quart of milk I forgot to get yesterday.
Then I came back and sorted my pills and I’m almost out of the Gabapentin, (for my neck) and potassium not to mention the steroid for my nebulizer.
I can’t figure out how these things slip past me so easily. I keep trying to stay on top of them, but my brain is just not wanting to help out.
On my way home, I looked at my odometer, and I have gone 72 miles since payday, BUT! I’ve used up half a tank of gas, thanks to the faulty fuel pressure regulator. That’s 5.5 gallons to go 72 miles. What does that work out to in mpg?
About another 30 minutes and I will head for the laundry room, but the good thing is, I will only wash clothes, not sheets, so I should be back home by 0730.
Mappy Honday!
How am I going to make it through the week?
New tagline...
How does traditional Virginia help?
Take 2 on the tagline...
It was Confederate?
My folks came from Virginia. We often took trips there.
Somehow I got the impression that it was one of the most beautiful places in the world.
I don’t know that it is, but it surely is high in the running.
Oh. One of. I misread that as the.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and that can depend on what you learn in your youth. We were “on vacation” when I was seeing those purple- or maybe just blue- mountain majesties roll under us.
“Majesties” were what implanted themselves in my young boy’s mind; those smoky rolls and layers of endless adventure and imagination.
I saw then the magic that Daniel Boone felt, but at least I didn’t have to walk my way across it.
Growing up in the east I loved the western deserts. But my wife didn’t like all the brown. It might also be that both parents were from Arizona and we learned to love visiting there.
I think the prettiest place in the world is the place where Democrats are in museums only to serve as a reminder of how insane we can become. But I haven’t seen that place yet.
(Museums, or college campii but not teaching.)
I spent a couple of hours checking to see if anyone was here, then I hung up the clothes to dry and worked a crossword puzzle (I wish I could find a jigsaw puzzle online. Shockwave used to have them, but the last time I tried, they charged. Hmpf.)
And still, no one was here. So I played a couple of not too interesting games to divert my attention, and when I checked again, the place was nutzoid with posters. *sheesh*
It probably has something to do with Monday...and I’m really fighting to stay awake.
I’ve been working on Cub Scouts and music stuff, but it’s about to be my naptime.
There are college campii where teaching goes on? Does the Department of Education know about that?
Years ago, it was figured out that we would never be able to have enough "telephone operators" to keep up with demand. So that is when we became our own telephone operators and it became necessary for us to remember and dial telephone numbers ourselves.
Now we're seeing that a lot of other capabilities and features of "civilized living" have steadily progressed out of the reach of the common folk. Will we learn and apply the obvious lessons?
Soon we will need to become our own college career advisers, and we will need to become our own medical care experts as well. Thank goodness for the Internet! (Unless they take that away from us as well.)
It’s probably too early to ask, but how was your nap? I have wanted to take one since I got up this morning at 0420, but I had to get the quarters, then wash clothes, then hang them up, and then go get the mail.
Now, I’m fixing something to eat and after I have my noon pills, I suspect I will wait as long as I can and then head for bed, just because I can.
There is so much I need to do, but I’m too tired to do it.
After a couple of hours, I’ll refold the pants on the hangers so the under part can dry and then I will wait until morning to take everything off the hangers and drying racks. I really need to wash more often, and wish I felt well enough to do it every week, like clockwork, but the stamina just isn’t there. And that is SO frustrating!
I need my own washer!
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