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!
I had to drive Sally uptown for her rehearsal. When I got home, James and Vlad were sitting out in the yard. They’d been told to find Frank, but couldn’t. With a little detective work, we found Frank, and there was even some supper left for him. Then I washed up and then gave Kathleen a bath. Now I’d like to go to bed, but it’s not even 8:00 yet. I guess I’ll have to eat something.
Oh Girl, your day sounds like mine! LOL! But it isn’t it pathetic when food is a time filler? I hate when I eat because I’m bored.
It’s going to be 97 in Vegas today, which means 100+ here, and I have to drive back facing the sun. With the windows down... *sigh*
I will have to leave here around 0730, and while I don’t mind the drive there, (it will be cool and shady for the most part) I will have to be on LV Blvd for nearly a mile, and people are crazy on that street. If I elect to have the surgery, I will have to go there once more. If I don’t, this will be my last trip. Imagine, if I had to do this on the bus... :oO
When I get home, I will TRY to sort the last of the papers and get them filed and out of the way, once and for all.
And I’ve decided to start buying a tub or two on paydays so I can pack up the stuff I’m not using since it is definite that I will move. I will NOT move into Vegas, and that’s where the Suits want to put us all, then move us back; if we don’t go where they want to put us, they won’t pay for the move.
That’s such a pensive face on the first kitteh. How squee!
The second kitteh looks ready for anything. I’ll bet his name is Sluggo!
I know what it’s like to be too hungry to sleep and too tired to eat. Not fun.
Been there, too.
Good morning, sir.
How is your coffee this morning?
It’s a little weak. It didn’t even argue when I took my first sip, let alone fight back.
Your coffee is beginning to grok you, and you it, which is the meaning of “grok”.
Ohno! That’s calamitous! I need to make a cup for myself. Maybe it will be nice and cold by the time I get back from the doctor’s.
For some reason, I prefer my coffee cold these days. For years, I drank it black, then I drank it with creamer, and now I want it with chocolate creamer. I must be getting old.
:o]
Is “grok” really a word? Or is it a Bobism?
Good morning, part deux. I’ve been to Walmart. Next I’ll go to my prayer group Later I’ll go to the gym. After that I’ll take Tom to school. Then I’ll pick him up.
I’m going to my mother’s next week. I don’t think the remaining family members have even thought about how Tom is going to get to school and back. Perhaps I’ll mention it to them ...
I wish I were going to Walmart instead of Ortho. I wouldn’t need so much gas.
Maybe Tom has a friend who can pick him up and then bring him home.
Yesterday, I began sorting clothes to be donated, and next week, I will have that done and can take them to the thrift store. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even free up a tub or two.
I don’t mind when my coffee breaks my nose, that’s just good coffee. But if it starts trying to drink me, I’m switching mugs.
I will need to go through all the boys’ clothes and Kathleen’s soon, but they’re still wearing summer things right now.
What if your coffee sings to you?
My favorite “tight” pants are now about two sizes too large. It’s a good thing they have an elastic waist. :o|
I use them mostly when I fly, but I think this is probably the last winter I can use them, since they seem to be growing.
When I break out the spring clothes next year, I will add these to the thrift store pile. Dang. Now I need to buy more clothes. :o[
I have a pair of pants just for flying, too. Too them from the girsl: Elen got too thick in the waist, and Sally got too tall.
We’re going to the gym next.
Well. That was exciting. I drove all that way, through school and construction zones, only to end up in an apartment complex driveway.
MapQuest has it in for me.
On the way home, my brakes got squishy so when I got back into town, I went to Walmart and got some brake fluid. I will go out after a while, when I have cooled down, and add some.
Yesterday afternoon, when I was just getting comfy, my neighbor the ex-Greyhound Bus driver called me and asked me to step outside. He had found a large “classic pen set” on one of the buses he had driven and gave it to me. The mechanical pencil was missing, but it has several ballpoints and a fountain pen, with three different colors of ink cartridges, about a dozen ball point refills and some pencil lead, for the missing pencil.
I thought it was pretty cool!
Back to my dismal day...my next appointment is Nov 10.
And I still don’t have an aide. The one that was supposed to come tomorrow isn’t coming.
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