>>37
Well, no flame war. It's always going to come down in the end, both here and on CH, to the old "If you think we're a bunch of charmless, petty, vicious little mediocrities, then why are you even bothering to address us?" question. And the answer is: "Yes, you ARE a bunch of charmless, petty, vicious little mediocrities" so, yes, it really is a bad and energy-wasting habit of mine to pay any attention to you at all.
The board HAS acquired a certain morbid psychological interest, though, since old "Pinky Rose" here turned up a couple of weeks ago. I'M certainly not the /b/board connoisseur here, YOU LOT are, but I think all of us can imagine the sort of massive and vigorous mockery that someone would get on /b/ who posted "I didn't expect that" about a funny image that's been floating around not just for months but for years. One of the few "ethical principles" that you people seem to share with one another is: "lurk moar", i.e. don't blunder onto a board on a Tuesday and try to become a leading active contributor by Wednesday afternoon.
The morbidly interesting thing, though, is that, on this board where there is so much shouting about "temples" and "monks" and "initiates", this eager little ignoramus is being welcomed and pampered by those who would otherwise be laughing themselves shitless about his silly questions and gullible gushes of gratitude. He's serving the function of
(a)making the rest of you feel like the wisest of wise "insiders"
and
(b) covering up, with his regularly tediously repeated hymns of praise to his "good, gentle, kind brothers" on this board (rather wittily mocked already, by someone here who still has half a sense of decency, through the image macro: "He called me bro and said my story was cool") the fundamentally vicious and hateful nature of .71, and of the "Crackyverse" in general.
I have to admit it DOES afford me a pleasurable little chuckle when a post of mine helps to bring clearly to light how exactly the "Crackyverse" reproduces the structure of just about every fascist association: "Pinky Rose" here is constantly oozing love and human empathy when it's a matter of snuggling up against his "brothers" - whom he found two weeks ago and will likely have forgotten again in another two - but his twitching little hands are reaching for the broken beer-bottle as soon as he sniffs an "outsider" who looks like he might threaten the collective ego he's melded his own with by suggesting that he, and you, are maybe not very bright.