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!
The meeting was fine. My rent will increase, but I don’t know how much and won’t until later in the week. The formula for the utility allowance has changed, and it’s not in our favor, so the increase may be double what it would have been without that change.
The good news is that next time I do this, there won’t be an increase because there is no COLA raise for 2016.
I asked my neighbor politely, this morning, if she would please use the sidewalk on her way to her car because she was beating a path through my lawn. She was ticked off about it, but I don’t care. It looks ugly. She’s so stinkin’ ugly about the parking lot, and minces no words with any one, as she has appointed herself Parking Lot Monitor. I was as nice as I could be, so she can’t complain. Well, she can, but who cares?
A movie called “The Emperor’s Club” takes place at an elite boys’ school. One of the philosophy teachers stops a kid who is about to cut across the grass and tells him to “Follow the paths of those who have gone before.”
The boy says, “Oh, yeah. Good for the grass.”
The teacher says, “Good for you, Mr. (his name). Good for you.”
Anyway, you could try that next time and see if it gets you anywhere.
It was a pretty good movie.
Found a quote from the movie to use for my new tagline.
I had to shorten it for the word count. The full quote is:
Youth ages, immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated, and drunkenness sobered, but STUPID lasts forever.
I don’t think she’ll walk on the grass any more. If she does, I’ll complain to the office and they can cite her.
Of course, we’ll only be neighbors for perhaps another 18 months, so if I can keep her off it from now until I move, then good. At least I ASKED her to use the sidewalk, instead of telling her she HAD to, like she does people who park where she thinks she is queen.
She’s just ticked off because she felt it was her domain: what’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine, too.
Good tagline!
Once there’s a path worn in the grass, you get mud.
Yep. And the grass is pretty sparse this year because they haven’t been watering and feeding it for the last four months, and it’s really looking ugly. She can beat the ugliness into her own side of the grass but I pay rent for my side so I can enjoy it. I resent her shuffling through my part of the lawn.
I went to fill up the ice cube trays and the Pur filter has hit the “orange” stage, almost overnight. When it hits “red” I will either have to replace it or get water in bottles, and I don’t have the money for either one. My kidneys cannot take this water from the tap without filtering. My trip to the PO broke me so there is no water to be had. (Night sweats make me so thirsty!)
I don’t even have laundry money, now.
Here, it is still raining.
Ungh! Rain. The bottom is dropping out of the barometer, and my bones can tell you all about it. It’s fairly pleasant out, even though there is a breeze (for now — wind for later) but luckily, I dress in layers.
I’m not looking forward to that appointment in the morning, but I need to go.
I’ve decided for sure, that I will call and cancel my aide service. I just don’t feel up to training someone again. She has been here twice, now, and she still can’t get the bed right, she has missed the two wastebaskets in the bedroom (one for nebulizer debris, one for everything else) and didn’t wipe off the canisters and appliance tops in the kitchen like I asked her to. She also doesn’t wipe off the vanity shelf in the bathroom.
I know, I’m asking a lot, but the first time she was here, she was “done” in an hour and the last time, she was out of here in 90 minutes. I’m sorry, but that doesn’t sound like she’s sincere about earning money by cleaning house.
And I could go on with complaints, but why? Suffice it to say, I give up.
I have trouble getting good help around here, too!
The marathoners are home. DP says Bill had a record time because he was running with a pretty girl who set a vigorous pace.
LOL! Run, William! RUN!
Since I’m feeling so much better now than I was when I first had to get help, I will try to handle housecleaning on my own.
The gal who did my interview today told me about some stuff that she likes better than colloidial silver, but it’s still spendy stuff. I told her I would try it, and I was very appreciative. If it works, why not? The silver runs out about a week before payday, and that means it’s two weeks before the benefits are restored. So I’m going to see if this stuff will last the 30 days.
It must have been a meth Lab...
I had that feeling as well!
Nully opines that it was Jimson Weed Tea..
Jimson weed is some scary stuff!
LoL, oh yeah!
Love that picture.
Perhaps not, they aren’t red as a beet.
So how are you feeling now, Nully? You’ve been on my mind and in my prayers, so I know your progress must be constant.
When do you go for your pre-op appointment, and if you already have had it, what’s the future look like for you. OK...I’m nosy. So tell me all that in FReepmail, if you would!
*hug*
Well, uh, I had my surgery 2 weeks ago today.
Back to work the following Wednesday.
Stitches out.
Minimal scaring.
Still some swelling.
Still hoarse.
It was cancer.
Got it all.
Least dangerous type, papillary cancer.
89% change of living another 20 years, after my follow-up radio iodine pill (one each).
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