(Yes, I left and I'm not back. I just figured, for the good of all, that I needed to come out of retirement briefly for this gem. 2 birds, 1 stone, &c., and things of that nature. Your welcome.)

Hi, Laurie. I thought I'd go ahead and be transparent for you since you're so dense (in the worst sense), and I don't think Jeretol feels BotF is worth moderating. (He's right.)

Oh dear, sweetie. What have we gotten ourselves into? Laurie, we feel sorry for you. We really do. But pity, in addition to being generally misplaced and misdirected, is a horrible thing to have to endure. There are those who don't feel sorry for you (They don't know who they are.). This is because of their willful obtuseness. You can recognize them by the unmistakable blank stare of the idiot half-cousin retard.

We used to want you to get help. Some probably still do. I won't speak for anyone else, so I'll just tell you that I simply don't care if you seek help or not. I really don't.

What I do hope you'll do is to roll what's left of your dwindling marble pile into a small burlap sack made by hobos, put it in that liquor store you call a purse, and push your shopping cart down to the next corner of The Internets.

Posting others' emails, using others' personal lives to attack them here, begging others to stay topical and political, to be more civil with each other, to behave like adults, and whatnot. And what do you end up doing? Adding the most inane content, nearly impossible to recreate without much effort (and boiled wombat urine), that has very little to do with exactly what's being discussed. It's like your preferred method of posting is to have somebody hit you in the back of the head with a shovel right before you post something.

And then? Yep. It's the old change a poster's nic to something like Dinksparrow, or Smelly, or Urshdurbel. And it's Let the hilarity ensue!!! all over again.

Over and over. Nonstop.

You're evil, and you're stupid. You make this place worse, if that's even possible. You're vile, you're a liar, and yes, you also scare me.

And your punctuation with regard to parentheses (okay, with regard to anything) is atrocious. Atrocious!

Since Jeremander will never ban your bigoted mess of a human being, and let's face it, you really should be banned and flushed for life, take the cock by the balls and ban yourself. Never post here again.

You also have a wonderful opportunity to go out with all the grace and dignity of Ben Sanderson. A "Goodbye, Cruel Fray" so epic, the indians in the mountains are already singing a ballad about it. We'd hoist your battered MBTU upon our shoulders, with all the regal solemnity and esoteric mysteries of a Druid wedding, and carry it across the Saxon battlefield like a beheaded Teutonic knight caught on fire. I'm talking next-level Wagnerian stuff here.

Do it for the good of The Clique. For, yes, indeed, there is one (a clique). But it's an ironic one on account of the fact that those that don't think they're in it are, and those that think they're in it aren't. See how that works? (Tempo's the one pouring the champagne; that's Gatewood to her left. Still can't figure out which one's you. Oh well.)

It's that or a ball gag. And, frankly, I don't think even that would work. Go figure.

And you'd better be careful with the rotflmao-ing or you'll knock over all those half-empty [cough] boxes of wine. Have a great day.

(Hopefully this will finally work, and Jeremousche von Moderatorstein will see I've been reported for abuse and ban me. You know where to find me. Bye. Again.)