With all the shite flying on the list these past 2 weeks, I have come to
a realization.
We have lost our control rod.
The reactors are running wildly out of control.
People who would have ordinarily spoken gently to each other are
committing verbal assault.
People are leaving, voluntarily and otherwise.
These virtual streets are strewn with the remains of what used to be the
most wonderful place in all of space, cyber and real.
GET OVER YOURSELVES, PEOPLE
Marcel, where are you when we need you most??????????
a very disheartened Brei on erev Yom Kippur
--
After twenty-three years you'd think I could find
A way to let you know somehow
That I want to see your smiling face
Forty-five years from now.
--Stan Rogers
