If true… then welcome to 2005, Cram. You have literally waited until the very last second to make your fucked up tiny little shithole site HTML5 compliant.
What I am thankful for:
Fucking 2020 is ALMOST over.
My old friend Neil (Neil is an Irishman who lives in the lower Hudson Valley, and one of the finest people you will ever meet) and I were talking a few weeks ago, and we agreed that to a couple of average Joes like ourselves, it really doesn’t matter all that much who is actually sitting in the leather chair in the Oval Office. I assume it’s leather. For all I know, it may be Naugahyde. That would be be a shame. If I were President, I’d buy me a leather chair, with a high back so I could nod off (which I am wont to do as I get older).
Anyway, like a lot of “normal” folks, I still find myself getting a tad worked up over presidential elections (and thank god Bill Clinton is out of the picture, or we’d be getting worked up over presidential erections, and I’m sorry I even wrote that… ) so since around 23:00 I’ve been reading this site and that site and it seems (as always) there’s a whole lot of heat but very little light.
What I do have is a monster of a headache. I feel like a nail is being hammered into the socket of my right eye, which is somewhat unpleasant, as you may well imagine. Any time I get that “nail in the eye socket” headache, I go look at the local weather, because roughly 100% of the time, the barometric pressure is either rapidly climbing or falling. Tonight it is taking off like a damned rocket, and coupled with all the reading of both the learned and the ignorant I’ve been doing for the last 7 hours, this headache falls into the “blinding” category.
I tried laying down and convincing myself to go to sleep, but that effort was for naught, so I returned to my office for some relief out of one of those small plastic bottles. It will take a few minute to for the effects of the medicine to begin to work their magic, but in time, the pain will fade and life will be better.
This may be an analogy for elections. Maybe. Maybe not. I will leave that to the wise dead, such as Samuel Clemens, who ALWAYS had something absolutely spot on to say about most any aspect of the human condition. All I can can come up with is “Fuck, my head is killing me.”
So anyway, my thoughts for the evening are two-fold. Firstly, one pundit that I read tonight stated that whether you win, lose, or draw in this election, we live in a country where we can actually vote for the person we desire to be our leader, and in the known history of humanity, that privilege is actually fairly rare. Secondly, the meds are starting to work and I am damned glad to live in an age where pain relief comes in plastic bottles at remarkably affordable prices.
All in all, it isn’t a bad time to be alive.
As of 00:01 hours, I am now on Medi… medicare? Medicade? I will be fucked if I know. I am now officially so old that terms such as “geezer”, “grandpa” and “old-timer” are considered polite ways of referring to me. Excuse me if I prefer to go with my well-earned title of “that grumpy old son of a bitch”.
When the sun comes up, I will sally forth from my domicile, cane in hand, and rap on the windows of various businesses and ask them if they have seen my old hound, “Spot”. Ha. The joke will be on them, I have no hound of any age named Spot.
So, this tale begins with a merger between two telecom companies and something called voLTE (which stands for “voice over Long Term Evolution”, if you can dig that).
My cell phone carrier was the company that gotten eaten by the merger (by default, every business merger has a winner and a loser) and the company that won the merger uses this voLTE shit. The winning company published a list of the losing company’s phones that would work with voLTE, AND OF COURSE… mine was not on the list. Time to get a new phone, goddammit. I hate cell phones in general, and I truly despise new cell phones in particular.
Living in the middle of nowhere, I decided to drive to a nearby metropolis and purchase a new phone in person and have the salespeople explain the workings of this new phone to my poor ignorant self. To make a long story short, they had the phone I decided to get in stock, but it was in some color called “Sissy 12 year old girl unicorn sparkle” and I wanted a black one. So they ordered me a black one, shipped to my address – and please bring it to the store when you get it so we can pair it to your car and show you all the fabulous features and so on and so forth – which means I get to go home, wait for a box to arrive, then drive back to the metropolis.
Which I did. To describe what happened in the store when I got there with the new phone would beggar belief, so we’ll just leave that part out of this story and say that after a week or so of resetting the phone, I think I finally know what some of the buttons do. But that’s not what this story is about. This story is about me getting a new phone number to go along with the new phone.
When you get a “new” number, you are getting someone’s old number, and chances are they didn’t give up their old number for fun. (My last “new” number belonged to some asshole who owes everyone in the United States money, including the government of said United States, and they want him badly for defaulted student loans. For the three plus years I had that number, I got calls for this dickhead looking to collect money. I would explain to the callers that the number in question now belonged to me, some of the callers apologized for calling and said they would remove the number from their database, but other callers basically said “fuck you, this is the only number we have and we will keep right on calling”. I do need to mention that I reached out to a friend in the business of enforcing laws who actually tracked the prior owner down. He shows 2 active address (one is his mother’s house) AND he has NO current phone numbers in his name AND he is still giving out his old number whenever he is required to give a number.
So anyway, the “new” number I got seems to have been owned by a woman who uses two different names (I know, shocking, isn’t it?) and since we are coming up on an election… well, I have been getting a LOT of text messages, and I want to use just one of them to illustrate the fun I am having.
The “Okay thanks, have a good day” went on for well over an hour. Spam? In any event, I have gotten texts from Greenpeace, the NAACP, the Sierra Club, some group called Care in Action, and several other organizations I have never heard of, but I am reasonably certain George Soros is underwriting them. They all get the same basic reply as above. Usually that ends the conversation, but the NAACP wanted to know exactly how I planned to vote (mail, early-in-person or in person on election day). Now that doesn’t make me too paranoid at all. And by the way, I told them “all of the above” then blocked their number.
So this is how I am entertaining myself these days, and if, by chance, some woman is getting a ration of shit mail from the good folks at the NAACP or Greenpeace, well that makes it even better.
So we have
and in the opposite corner
Who needs the NFL when we have this?
He’s going to be famous for some time. At this time, it appears that young Kyle is a high school drop out, not possessed of a sterling intellect, a wanna-be Marine/Fireman/Policeman who has now entered a brand new phase of his life: soon-to-be-convicted murderer.
If he gets good enough legal representation, he may skate on murder in the first degree, but he has an uphill climb to do that. He was unlawfully in possession of a firearm (Kyle is 17 years old and strutting around town with an AR is legal nowhere at all except maybe Mogadishu). He traveled a fair distance to be at the scene of riotous behavior – in other words, he went out of his way to get there. He apparently announced in speech and in writing that he was headed to Kenosha to “defend/protect property”, exactly none of which belonged to him. All of this speaks to a certain level of planning and premeditation, and premeditation is a key element in the charge of murder in the 1st degree.
Kyle’s facebook and other social media accounts were widely captured before they were shut down. In these various accounts, Kyle appears dressed as GI Joe, a police cadet (he may/may not have been enrolled in a cadet program in some jurisdiction) and is fully suited up as a fireman. And then there’s THE picture of him, holding onto a S&W M&P rifle (that’s the Smith & Wesson version of an AR-15) wearing some shoes that you gotta see to believe.
Based on his fashion sensibilities, he may try for the insanity defense.
Kyle is an all too predictable outcome of the street calculus that is being acted out right now. Naughty people are doing everything in their power to provoke a response from the police. To the surprise of no thinking person, a wannabe cop shows up and responds to the provocation. There is a massive amount of “information static” surrounding what happened to and around Kyle before he started pulling his trigger. There are reports of him getting smacked in the back of the head by a skateboard, there are numerous witnesses stating that he was being rushed by people who intended him harm. There are reports that one or more of these personages may have been in possession of openly displayed firearms, which will be a key element in any case made for self-defense.
It is in poor taste to observe that he was able to simply get up and walk away from the scene, which is a sort of a left handed complimentary testimony to the benefits of having superior fire power. Had the Antifaoids been better organized (and after this, I believe they will be), they would have descended on this kid and eaten him alive.
But getting back to his upcoming trial, he will be tried as an adult, I suspect the state will go for murder in the first degree, but they will also charge him with murder in the second degree, manslaughter, assault inflicting grievous bodily injury, attempted murder, various weapons charges, etc., etc. After his conviction, he will then be carted off to some prison where his asshole will be widened considerably. No doubt about it, he is gonna be someone’s wife.
It’s a shame someone didn’t take a hard look at him, ask him how old he was and send him home. But, to our knowledge, no one did (which is perhaps understandable given the total chaos that was going on around him). Several lives would be on different trajectories right now if he had been escorted back to his car and told to beat it.
From the POWERLINE BLOG:
At 7:30 p.m. on May 31, 2020, prosecutors “met” online with Dr. Andrew Baker, Chief Medical Examiner of Hennepin County, to discuss Floyd’s toxicology report.
So there they were, staring at the just-received and damning toxicology report that blew to smithereens the whole prosecution theory that the police had killed Floyd. To their undoubted dismay, Dr. Baker, the chief medical examiner, had to concede that at 11 ng/mL, Floyd had “a fatal level of fentanyl under normal circumstances.” He also conceded that the fentanyl overdose “can cause pulmonary edema,” a frothy fluid build-up in the lungs that was evidenced by the finding at autopsy that Floyd’s lungs weighed two to three times normal weight.
This is consistent with Officer Kueng’s observation at the scene that Floyd was foaming at the mouth and, as found at autopsy, that his lungs were “diffusely congested and edematous.”
In other words, like a drowned man, Floyd’s lungs were filled with fluid. And that was the obvious and inescapable reason why Floyd kept shouting over and over again that he couldn’t breathe even when he was upright and mobile.
The memorandum ends with Dr. Baker’s devastating conclusion that “if Floyd had been found dead in his home (or anywhere else) and there were no other contributing factors he [Dr. Baker] would conclude that it was an overdose death.”
It is quite telling that this explosively exculpatory June 1 memorandum was not released by the prosecution until August 25, 2020. All of which prompts these questions:
First, why did the prosecution wait three months to release this memorandum?
Second, if the prosecution had released this information in a timely fashion, would that have helped to quell the anti-police outrage that has fueled the nationwide orgy of rioting and looting?
Third, in light of Floyd’s toxicology results and the medical examiner’s assessment that Floyd’s fentanyl overdose caused him to essentially drown in his own bodily fluid, why haven’t the charges against all of the police defendants been dropped?
I think we all know why the charges aren’t being dropped. The loud & stupid would lose their loud & stupid minds and burn down the rest of Minneapolis… unless the required amount of force was brought to bear to put a stop to them. So far, no political will to act has been observed in Minneapolis.
The world is an irksome place right now. The United States is just crawling with low intelligence high volume morons who seem to be upset that they aren’t allowed to rob, steal, rape and plunder at their leisure. As of this time, it is still unlawful for good, upstanding citizens to drop these miscreants on sight, so I did the only thing I could do.
I dropped the top and went for a ride.
The best therapy is convertible therapy.
Sponge Cake. What sort of sponges does one use? I’m here to tell you, I have tried five or six different brands of sponges (including that Mr Clean Magic Eraser thing, but isn’t EXACTLY a sponge, but it’s close) and they all tasted absolutely terrible.
If anyone can give me some tips on how to make an edible sponge cake, my neighbor’s dog will thank you.
And so we do it again…
Atlanta, Georgia. Drunk, passed out behind the wheel in a drive through line at a fast food restaurant. OF COURSE THE COPS WERE CALLED.
Cops show up and the drunk wants to fight two agents of the state who really would love to be somewhere else right now.
Because these agents of the state are not putting their all into the fight, the drunk grabs one officer’s taser and takes off for the hills.
Chase is given to the combative moron, who turns and fires the taser at his pursuer (oddly, the media didn’t seem to show that part of the bystander footage).
Having been fired upon… you’re dead.
This is so fucking simple that it defies credulity that this happens over and over and over again: DO NOT PUT YOURSELF IN A POSITION OF CONFLICT WITH THE COPS.
Steve Sailer sums it all up very nicely in one of his posts, the zeroeth amendment to the Constitution of the United States: Congress shall make no law requiring a black man to be arrested if he’s just not in the mood to be arrested.
Yeah… funny how this just keeps happening. Gonna be a long summer, I think.
So let’s get down to it. Our “betters” in the national media have stories they want to tell. The term “narrative” is bandied about quite a bit. Facts that do not advance the narrative are simply left out of the coverage. If you are some busy person who has 10 minutes a day for a quick update/refresher on what’s going on in the world you are getting ROYALLY FUCKED, HARD, by the people who run 99% of the newspapers and TV news in the world (sadly, this problem is most assuredly not confined to the United States).
So I am gonna touch on three stories that are currently being used (and they are indeed being used in the truest sense of the verb) by the media to whip up a frenzy, seed more trouble (thereby perpetuating the story cycle) and most importantly, sell more newspaper ads, TV commercials, and enhance their revenue – which is the true bottom line here. They will throw anybody to the wolves if they can make a dollar out of it.
Story One: Ahmed/Ahmaud Arbery – Ahmed
is was a convicted felon. He had a history of running when he was accosted. He had a history of carrying a firearm. The Atlanta Journal-Constitution is well aware of “Maude’s” (his nom de rue) prior history. The man who shot “Maude” had participated in arresting Maude on a prior occasion and was well familiar with Maude’s background – to wit: Maude carries a gun and likes to run. Perhaps, just maybe, you may begin to understand why several agencies investigated the apprehension of Maude and declined to prosecute. The “jogger” story was an invention by one Lee Merritt, the attorney who is representing the deceased felon’s family. Much can be read about Mr Merritt elsewhere. Sadly, the lies spread by the local newspaper have already triggered one mental defective into a shooting spree in Arizona.
Story Two: “Central Park Karen” – the lady with the unleashed dog makes panicked call to 911, breathlessly says an African American Male is threatening her. We’ve all seen this one. Amy Cooper (AKA forever more KAREN) had her dog off a leash in an area that was posted as requiring dogs to be leashed. The media has presented a story of Black Man asks White Lady to leash dog, she freaks out, calls 911 and reports “African American Male is threatening me”. Sweet Jesus, you all say, what the hell is up this bitch’s backside? Well, apparently there is MORE to the STORY… What did the media leave out? This is from Christian Cooper’s Facebook Page:
“ME: Ma’am, dogs in the [Bramble] have to be on the leash at all times. The sign is right there.
“HER: The dog runs are closed. He needs his exercise.”
“ME: Look, if you’re going to do what you want, I’m going to do what I want, but you’re not going to like it.
HER: What’s that?
ME [to the dog]: Come here, puppy!
“HER: He won’t come to you.”
“ME: We’ll see about that… I pull out the dog treats I carry for just such intransigence. I didn’t even get a chance to toss any treats to the pooch before Karen scrambled to grab the dog.
“HER: DON’T YOU TOUCH MY DOG!!!!!”
Who is Christian Cooper? Why he’s the African American male that was the subject of the 911 call. The whole business of him trying to get her dog in his grasp has somehow magically been left out of the story. I suspect that might change the tone of the story and not sell quite as many ads? By the way, KAREN (Amy Cooper) has been placed on “administrative leave” from her job AND her dog has been taken from her. (note: that all parties in this story have the same last name, which nicely adds to the confusion)
Story Three: George Floyd – Suddenly this guy’s history has fucking dis-a-ppeared (edit: I now have more info about the late Mr Floyd’s criminal history – adding to the bottom of this post). Therefore, I suspect he has extensive priors. According to the AJ-C (see above), George was convicted of armed robbery during a home invasion in 2007. What we know is that he matched a description given out on a forgery in progress call. When he was hailed by the police, he decided to fight. Let’s repeat that, shall we? He decided he wanted to play Billy Badass and fight the cops. It is worth noting that George is being described as “a gentle giant” by his former associates. This means he was a big dude. It ended with Billy, I mean George, face down, handcuffed, with a knee on his neck and he got dead. Who got George dead? George got George dead. Imagine George saying something like “Officer, I believe this is a case of mistaken identity, but I shall cooperate with you until we can get this situation rectified.” George would still be alive. But George wanted to fight, and George is dead. Now Minneapolis is gonna endure all sorts of BULLSHIT simply because a convicted felon decided to play tough guy, got his ass handed to him, and now the professional race-baiters and their friends in the media see an opportunity to make some money.
So the next time you read a story in a newspaper, or see some clip on the evening news and you feel filled with a sense of towering outrage… odds are you have been played. There’s damn near ALWAYS something that is critical to why events progressed the way they did, and the media is deliberately leaving that information out.
George Floyd –
- 1998 – Theft using a firearm
- 2002 – possession of cocaine
- 2004 – possession of cocaine
- 2005 – possession of cocaine
- 2005 – armed home invasion (this one is pretty nasty, he pressed a gun into the stomach of a pregnant woman – the home owner, to ensure her compliance
- 2020 – Attempted to pass a counterfeit bill to pay for goods, this leads to a 911 call where the caller states Mr Floyd is acting in an erratic fashion, his autopsy will ultimately reveal that he is under the influence of fentanyl and methamphetamines.
I read an interesting article this evening that predicts imminent martial law in the United States. By imminent, we’re talking within the next two weeks. The thrust of the article was “go right now to where you want to be for the next two to three months, because that is where you will be staying”.
Coincidentally, this morning I was speaking to a family member who has an offspring in the USMC. He advised his father that it is fairly likely interstate travel may be restricted in short order. That raises some interesting issues for folks with far flung families and people who live near state lines.
As an example, there is a town not too far from where I am sitting right now that does a great deal of business with folks from our neighboring state. Simply put, the nearest Wal Mart to these out-of-staters is located in this state. If you go to the shopping center that this Wally World is in, easily a full third of the license tags in that parking lot are from the other side of the border. If the border is closed, do they then get to drive an extra hour to buy their ration of toilet paper and frozen chicken?
There is yet another town not too far away at all from where I am sitting right now that has the state line running directly through its middle. If a resident of this town wants to mail a letter and the post office is across the invisible line, do they get to drive to Nexttownover to mail it? And what if the fire station or police department is on one side of the border and a bandit starts a fire on the other side? There are gonna be a SHIT TON of details to work out over this state line thing.
If your elderly parent/grandparents/aunts/uncles live in Florida (as an example) and have a stroke, fall down and break that hip, or lose their spouse, will their be some form of compassionate relief to allow folks from elsewhere to get there to help out in this time of need? Again, gonna be a SHIT TON of details to work through here.
This is going to be an interesting year for anyone graduating from school at any level. Graduation ceremonies, proms, senior class events, etc. are all canceled. Final exams are likely going to be problematic as well, so anyone with marginal grades that was looking to cram for that final to try to pull their grade up is well & truly fucked. Those pictures of Junior in cap and gown posing with proud mom and dad will not be taken in 2020.
Amazon has already announced they are prioritizing shipping of merchandise based on category. So if you want to get the kids an X-Box to keep them entertained, you might be out of luck here. Amazon says they are focusing on shipping baby products (because babies just don’t care, they will keep on turning baby food to yellow poop) health and household goods, beauty and personal care, groceries, industrial and scientific products, and pet supplies. So They will send out Q Tips, soup, dog food, diapers, lip stick and light bulbs, but the other stuff… maybe not so much. So the point is, if there is something you think you might want, right now would be a good time to get it.
If the power goes out, there will be trouble.
Of course, there’s always a bright side to things:
“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.” – Orson Welles
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.” – Hunter S. Thompson
“What kind of rat bastard psychotic would play that song- right now, at this moment?” – Hunter S. Thompson
As the song says:
I ain’t got nobody
Nobody, nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody
I’m so sad and lonely
Sad and lonely, sad and lonely
Oh Faroe, you silly boy, that simply isn’t true.
No one likes you on any platform. You are a nasty, vile piece of work all the way down to the dark and malodorous core of your being.
I am just gonna drop this here as a reference guide to people who are confounded by letters and numbers.
N series masks (N – NOT oil resistant)
R series masks (Resists oil)
P series masks (oil “Proof”)
That’s what the letters are about, and that’s all they are about – their ability to filter out oil based contaminates in the air.
95 series masks – removes 95% of particles 0.3 microns or larger
99 series masks – removes 99% of particles 0.3 microns or larger
100 series masks – removes 99.97% of particles 0.3 microns or larger (This is HEPA level filtration)
Right now, N-95 masks are probably on back order at your local drug store due to the Chinese War Virus of 2020. Keep in mind that masks are used by industries other than Health Care, and masks can be found in some places that may not occur to you at first blush. Also keep in mind that N-95 masks are the minimum recommended effective face mask. The 99s and 100s, the R series and P series will all work as well as an N-95, albeit at a slightly higher price.
Wash your hands and keep them away from your face. Old advice, but it’s still true.
d – o – n – e.
Finished. Over with. Kaput.
Let’s recap 2019.
On second thought, let’s not.
The BigFatManBaby from Denmark’s Lost Colony now makes his home on dlive.tv, at least as of this writing. Let’s take a look at how the King is doing, shall we?
Of special interest is the chat window:
While I was taking this screen shot, a user with a l337 name came in and stated that Faroe was, in his opinion, unfit to shine his shoes. Faroe reacted with his usual cheer and good humor by questioning his visitor’s parentage, sexual orientation, general intelligence and cognitive awareness. Methinks Faroe will be looking for a new home in fairly short order.
It is good to know that in our topsy-turvy universe, some things remain immutable constants.
There is an end to everything, to good things as well.
I like trolling stuffed shirts. I always have and I suspect I always will. Letting some air out of a human gasbag is fulfilling in a basic and fundamental way that just makes me feel good all down around my nether regions. It fills my bowels with happiness and joy, as Confucius probably didn’t say, but he should have.
I have been trolling certain individuals literally for years, going back across VL, BlogTV and YahooLive. I have determined that these certain individuals require trolling, much like a plant needs sunlight. Without regular and comprehensive trolling, they begin to wither and get boring, and if there is one thing I detest, it’s boring (except when I have to go see a doctor). So last week, while on my appointed rounds, I made an error. I was visiting one of my regulars and rattling their cage good and hard. I had looked at the chatter list and I saw a name that we all know and despise. This person is widely considered to be one of Cram’s anonymous site moderators and usually when I see that user ID, I just go one my way because it is better to run away and live to troll another day… but for reasons mysterious and inexplicable, I made a run right into the big, fat ego of my target and made them quite angry. Apologies were demanded, I responded with insults, then rage and angst were expressed, I responded with levity and yet more insults. All in all, a very happy troll session for myself and I left laughing when I got kicked from the channel.
The next morning, the bill came due. “Guest Access Denied” and my very own IP address attached thereto. That I was guest banned shortly after trolling a certain person while the ManBearPig was in the channel is unlikely to be a coincidence.
I have spoken to some of the OG of Ivlog, and they pretty say the same thing: You are now “half-banned” and you are going to be closely monitored until they can finish the job.
I agree with their assessment. I have seen other people lose guest access and invariably they are completely banned within a month or so. So this past Friday I did my final broadcast on the Ivlog. I will be missed by ones of people, but they know where to find me if they need a discount colonoscopy or an earwax scraping. I will still drop in once a week to watch one show done by an old friend, as I always log in for that show in any event. I suspect that show will now attract an “invisible viewer” on a regular basis, as I am certain she is quite eager to finish me off before her expiration date is reached.
So Jessica is being Jessica and Monkeysniffer suggested that Jessica should start taking some “EXTRA strength get smart pills” .. and being an Aged American (old geezer) I immediately thought of the Smart Drink episode of News Radio, which is WELL WORTH THE WATCH.
IT DOES NOT BELONG ON PIZZA.
Some sites call them Operators. Some sites call them Moderators. Regardless of the title, asshats are gonna asshat, and you know I’m right. Two folks in particular have distinguished themselves recently in the realm of asshattery (asshatedness?) and they really deserve special mention for their round-the-clock devotion to being ill-natured douche bags.
Sm0keyjoint (the current spelling) is a well known buttmunch from the Frozen North who has an irrational fear and loathing of all things GuestNation. I have personally witnessed this obnoxious drug addict systematically clear out entire guest sections of chat rosters, and when asked why he did that, states “I don’t like guests.” So much for that “Canada Kind” myth, eh? If you enter any channel as a guest and this fugitive from a rehab center is a mod/operator, you are in between the rock and the hard place. Type something that he decides he doesn’t like and you are toast. Don’t type anything and… you are also toast. I can only assume that when Sm0key was a wee lad, a guest must have touched him in a bad place and now Smokey is getting his righteous vengeance. Or, he’s an asshole. I’m going with “He’s an asshole”.
The yin to Sm0key’s yang is that very special little lady, Sassy, also going under the ID of Moongirl. Now for a fact, Sassy’s life sucks. Sassy is not attractive, her personal life is well past the point of being in the toilet, it is now in the general area of the septic tank. She has no real prospects of things ever getting any better, AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT. Sassy (who I dubbed “the Mean Lady” after repeatedly being booted out of one particular channel by her over and over again) has a rather limited ability to recognize humor. By “limited”, what I really mean is she has no ability whatsoever. You can be talking to someone else in a chat box (in other words, an on-going conversation) and if she sees something that offends her pecksniff sensibilities, your conversation is now at an end. The idea that she might not be at the center of any and all conversations in a chat box is somehow alien to her. She’s pretty much a total bitch. She gets dis-invited from a fair number of channels and seems puzzled as to why.
Sadly, both of these cockgobblers are longtime veterans of the social broadcasting scene and they get modded up a fair amount. You can speak to channel owners about them, but you get this “I can’t really do anything about it because they are friends with X and Y and Z and if I de-mod them, then their friends just mod them back up and anyway I need to be popular with X, Y and Z so I just act like it doesn’t happen” response. The net result is that some channels that CAN be fun are driven into the realm of SUCK due to who is sitting in there watching the chat instead of watching the show.
Yeah, this has been an issue since Day 1, it won’t ever get any better (especially if a moderator can create more moderators, because that is a good description of how cancer works), and trolling the bejesus out of them is a pleasurable pastime.