Posted on 05/08/2003 12:01:31 PM PDT by William Wallace
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
May 8, 2003
For Immediate Release:
Long-time Freeper William Wallace announced today that he has no complaints whatsoever about FreeRepublic. Wallace claims he harbors no animosity, deep-seated grudges or pathological hatred toward forum management and moderators.
Im not as active on FR as I was during the Clinton years and the election controversy, Wallace admitted. I lurk a bit, but rarely post these days. Wallace went through a period where he spent most of his free time here, but now mainly uses the forum as another news source and antidote to the mainstream media spin. For the most part, the forum meets my expectations and I am generally satisfied with it in this regard, he said.
Wallace joined FreeRepublic in October 1998 and attended the impeachment rally in Washington, D.C. later that month. His participation on the forum has waned considerably since the halcyon days of the Elian Gonzalez saga and the 2000 Presidential election crisis. I probably wont even have time to respond to posts on this thread, Wallace admits. But Ill enjoy reading the comments later, especially the insults.
Wallace states he is basically indifferent toward issues regarding administration and operation of the forum that galvanize other long-time and former Freepers. Ive visited some of the Anti-Freeper sites, he said. The vitriolic fulminations directed at an Internet political forum and its management are surreal, entertaining and pathetic at the same time. Dont these people have lives? he wondered.
Wallace admits to occasional run-ins with forum moderators, including a couple of warnings from Jim Rob to knock it off. I thought they were perfectly justified, Wallace insists. Once I received flack over a flame war somebody else instigated, but I never had the impression I was being singled out for punishment or treated unfairly, he said. Its unreasonable to expect Jim Rob or the moderators to review every single post of every thread. I think they do a good job under difficult circumstances.
Wallace understands that his views represent a radical departure from the norm for vanity and opus threads, if only for his total lack of resentment toward forum management and implied assumption that their purpose in life need not revolve around accommodating his every demand and expectation. Believe it or not, Ive never even contemplated posting a farewell opus or starting a web site exclusively dedicated to bashing FreeRepublic, Wallace said, or a web site dedicated to bashing sites that bash FreeRepublic, for that matter, he added.
Despite his uncharacteristic lack of fixation with FR and its management, Wallace tries to resist the urge to stereotype all Anti-Freepers as disgruntled malcontents who should seek professional help. Some clearly fall under this classification: Eschoir and his myriad incarnations for example, but others are misguided or troubled souls whose passion and sincerity I respect, however misdirected.
**** The "We Were Poor" Sketch ****
**** From "Monty Python Live at City Center" and ****
**** "Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl" ****
Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort. "Farewell
to Thee" being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.
Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine,
ay Gessiah?
Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah.
Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin'
here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup
o' tea.
GC: A cup ' COLD tea.
EI: Without milk or sugar.
TG: OR tea!
MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.
EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a
rolled up newspaper.
GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money
doesn't buy you happiness."
EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to
live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one
room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the
floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for
fear of FALLING!
TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a
corridor!
MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a
palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish
tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting
fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered
by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and
live in a lake!
TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty
of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
TG: Aye.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in
a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the
morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down
mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home,
our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in
the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to
work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad
would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we
were LUCKY!
TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox
at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues.
We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four
hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we
got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night,
half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump
of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill
owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home,
our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves
singing "Hallelujah."
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't
believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope..
Other than that...
LOL! At least they moved it to Breaking News! ;-)
Appreciate both of you and the FR management. I've been here longer than WW not sure about L.
You call yourself a Freeper and wern't even there in your own city???
I type this as I overlook the Capitol on my left and Hershey on my right.
Imagine that? Must be a slow news day.
prisoner6
But of course the whole thing is derivative of The Simpsons' "Lisa Simpson" character and her relationship with the middle class power structure of Springfield.
LaMamaDeEquis is one tough old bird!
Her nickname is "Large Marge". <|:)~ <|:)~
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