About Flame Wars

[transcription of a private conversation from another mailing list]

At 2000-12-21 06:52 AM -0500, someone wrote:
>I wrote:
> >Joke ’em if they can’t take a fuck!
>
>HEY!!! There you are!

Yup, I’m still here. Did you THINK I had gone somewhere, and if so, WHERE?

>You were suppose to join in a flame war over at the other list..!
> Damn it man.

Here’s my take on that:

In my experience, I find that Flame Wars are generally a Waste of Energy.

It is also my opinion that some people are generally a Waste of Skin.

Now, when Waste of Skin creates Waste of Energy, especially when written in Gobbledegook, the result is a Waste of Time, a commodity which is already in Short Supply in my Life. Therefore, I find the Best Strategy is to ignore them and hope they go away. 😎

I am amused by some people’s Pathetic Need for Attention; I did manage to get a good laugh out of it. I also wrote a little poem/story:

Hop, hop, hop! Look at Me!
I'm off to Kangaroo Court,
where the Judge is a big, dumb ape,
and the Jurors are baboons,
and the Chief Witness for the Persecution is Medusa,
and the counsel for the defence is a Pussy Cat
who has been thrown in jail
for contempt of court for even suggesting
there might be thought of a defence,
and the defendant is a big, sweet teddy bear
whose only crime was that of being a friend
and an ear to listen and shoulders to cry on,
in which case is an unrepentant recidivist.

>where were you?

I’ve been all around in the dark. I’ve been everywhere, wherever you can look. Wherever there’s a fight so hungry people can eat, I’ve been there. Wherever there’s a cop beating up a guy, I’ve been there. I’ve been in the way guys yell when they’re mad. I’ve been in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry and they know supper’s ready. And when the people ate the stuff they raised and lived in the houses they built, I’ve been there, too.

I’ve been busy, but mostly, I’ve just been…

Originally written Monday, 25 Dec 2000 15:26:38.