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!
It is National Cat Day.
Kisses for Jake and Shannon!!!
There’s a thread for it, on the main page.,
There’s also a sick kitty thread for our FRiend Rodamala I started last night.
His kitty is pretty sick,,
Jake and Shannon are celebrating by sleeping. Jake’s in the small-dog bed on the bedroom windowsill, and Shannon is in a pile of Bill’s clean laundry.
A cat knows where it’s at.
Since I have no money, and I’m too depressed to go anywhere, anyway, I won’t go to Walmart. Not even to drool on the Pink Drink boxes.
My aide is here, and I’m filing the last bit of stuff. “Reorganizing” would be a better word.
And my sciatica is acting up again, with this damp weather, and I hate that. I can’t take enough morphine to ease it without running the risk of ODing, so that leaves me with Ibuprofen, and I’m running out of low-calorie things to eat with it. I will be lucky if I make it through the day with the few snacks I have.
I’d make it all better if I could!
I had to buy more stamps so I could pay the house payment.
Thanks, Gefn. I’ve lived with depression most of my life, and at times, I’m almost normal, but then there are times when I can’t get it to sit down and shut up. Like now.
I will being taking an extra 5-HTP today, but it will be at least a week before I notice the difference. In the meantime, all I can do is just endure the depression and hope I don’t run everyone off. *sigh*
Ohdang! Thanks for reminding me: I need to get stamps this payday. If it ain’t one darn thing, it’s two darn things.
That is so true.
I guess I’ll cut out Bill’s costume before I lose the slip I wrote his measurements on.
I don’t actually have a problem with that. I live just around the corner from an ASPCA facility. That’s where my daughter got hers.
There’s a HUGH difference between being small and being insignificant.
Time to go sit with the Cronies. Wearing a jacket, today.
And there’s nothing better to do. Maybe they will help ease the depression a little.
Maybe they’ll tell you a joke.
Bill is going to be a hospital patient for Hallowe’en ... maybe an escapee from the mental ward? $15 for materials, and then he’ll owe Sally whatever I tell him the sewing job is worth. (Depends on how much of it I have to do ;-). “Oh, that’s not much!” he said. “Some people have spent more than $50!”
Usually of their parents’ money.
I was the joke at the table today. One of the residents, whom I just barely tolerate, has taken it upon herself to talk to me (especially) and use sickening, smarmy manners in doing so. “How is ‘Face today? Are you feeling better? What can I do for you?” In a sleazy, baby-ish voice. She used to touch me, but I told her not to, so she doesn’t do that any more.
She doesn’t talk to any of the other people like she talks to me, and today, my nasty mood swing coincided with her visit. “Just STOP IT, Berta! If you see me sitting here, you know I’m OK so just STOP it!”
Yep. Like that. Scared the neighbor’s dog and surprised the other people...they have never known me to be anything but easy going.
And me with no Pink Drink. Jeeze. I’m sure she’ll avoid me like the plague in the future, but I do need to apologize to her. I said I was “sorry, but I’m fine,” but I don’t think she heard me. *sigh*
Now my chest is hurting.
I think most of his friends have jobs. I cut out the gown and pinned it. Sally will sew up the side seams, and then we’ll try it on him before we hem.
I might have just blinked at her and said, “Does whatever it is you’re taking cost a lot?”
‘Course, I don’t have CFIDS or nasty mood swings.
In my milder days, I probably would have done that. But CFIDS has changed who I am, and days like today, who I am is Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde.
Probably no one here (the complex) will talk to me, now. I don’t blame them. I’ve made it a point to be pleasant to people when I meet them, and not go out of my way to be friendly. The mood swing thing is one of the reasons I stay to myself. I never know when it will hit, or how bad it will be.
*sigh*
I guess it’s a good thing all y’all can’t see me perform my magic trick of making people disappear from my presence...
I finally got my parents a present for their upcoming 60th anniversary.
Flannel bed sheets from LL Bean. I bought a set ten years ago and they are wonderful and warm. My folks have never had flannel sheets so I think they are in for a treat.
..and then..
The Orion Belt.. ;-)
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