Lots of chatter here and there about the demise of OS. The servers are working, but new membership is closed.... so whatever was the "community" is stuck together in some cyberplace resembling Snowden's transit zone digs in the Moscow Airport. Lesser evils are the new rich.
Constant flounces or flounce threats to go to a site with similar members but created and managed by a member who appears to be a part of some gross little group who obsess over who is on the feed, or cover. A gaggle that congregates in the blog of a delusional woman so they can participate in some form of party. Rarely witty is their cruelty. They have "won" and their brand of oldster teenageism rules the day here now. Crazypants snuck in under a better guise, and acomplished its mission. Whatevuh!
Which reminds me of Toritto. Toritto understood the importance of the Edward Snowden story, and the Michael Hastings story, and so many of the stories getting short shrift by this mainstream media thing. Now, he has been discouraged, and that disturbs me. Though he is right that stories that matter don't seem to much matter to most.
Short shrift is a weak way to describe the bizarrre state of missing investigative journalists, and talking heads such as, Anderson Cooper and Wolf Blitzer, acting as if fake stories are real stories, day after day. No wonder some play golf with placid smiles. It is hard to know if "legitimate" journalists are not telling us. Kate O also understands the importance of such stories. She feels under siege here, and I don't blame her. The "place" seems overrun with fanstasy lifes and/or gutter snipes.
Off somewhere in Tampa, there was a storm, and Torritto says that this storm coupled with Google Chrome led to a missing link, and the glaring appearance of plagiarism. Off somewhere in a more chic city, Jake Sugarman, roused from the corner of some cubicle, alerted to Joan Walsh's distress. He embraced the 8 seconds allotted OS, every two weeks, to zap the account of a longer than three years member. Then, he was given clearance to commit another 12 seconds-- to write a post about his take charge actions.
There really is just no justification for giving Torritto no notice, and no hearing.If you think there is -- I think there is something wrong with you. I do. So sue me.
Enter the arbiter of writing, ethics, law, whatnot and somesuch--- Ms. Candance Mann or Femme Forte AKA the lordess of the flies. On the heels of her posts, to show her soft heart, about a woman dying, she states her case for censure against someone who wrote 800 posts here. When faced with his compelling explanation, she states that her position remains the same, and closes comments. Under the pretense of some honest license, she adjusts her prissy b.s spectacles, and comments are to be forbidden from frau forte farbisen. Since she runs something called Fictionique, it seems some lesser souls want to stay her "friend."Or, maybe some mistake her brand of highly undeserved superiority complexes as strength. Whatever the case, it's unpleasant.
And off somewhere, here, I want to use my crappy litte space to urge the reinstatement of Torritto's account, to urge Kate O to stay. To try to alert both that silence doesn't mean lack of commiseration. It often means that I (or we) miss things, or can't respond due to IRL realities. I want to say that to honor a women of words, who is on the road to an ethereal place-- let us show grace, and humor and wisdom more, and unjust judgement less.
Hey, while I'm at it, come back decent poster people of all kinds!
I am fully aware that my snotty comments about his clownish Forte lady (and the small but onerous bunch) who jump in at the sign of nastiness, are a failure of love, grace, wisdom, but I'll try. Guilty as charged for assumptions and possibly unjust judgements. But, as the moronic alter yenta, Quattrospeaks, said, "take it to your blog."