• Pat Flood (@rebarcock) passed away 9/21/25. Pat played a huge role in encouraging the devolopmemt of this site and donated the very first dollar to get it started. Check the thread at the top of the board for the obituary and please feel free to pay your respects there. I am going to get all the content from that thread over to his family so they can see how many people really cared for Pat outside of what they ever knew. Pat loved to tell stories and always wanted everyone else to tell stories. I think a great way we can honor Pat is to tell a story in his thread (also pinned at the top of the board).

Master Thread Dance Your Cares Away/Fraggle/Law Abiding Citizens

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This is it, friends. This is where I come from. These are the fires in which my disgust was forged.

The vacant stare. The Miss America smile. The trappings of middle-class conformist consumerism. The self-assured, momentary, "tell me I'm pretty" pose clashing with the lack of effort in self-presentation and the impatience of choosing an unflattering background. The smug, condescending delivery of the message: "I have done what you warned me not to do."

All of it completely irrelevant to the topic at hand, forced awkwardly in front of it. Obscuring it. Replacing it. Upstaging it, or so she hopes. Standing between you and what matters, she says only: "Look at me. Look at the difficulty I have caused for you. Witness the joy that I can only derive from being your problem."

This is not about politics. She doesn't understand them. She doesn't even think she knows better than you. She only knows that you can't tell her what to do.

She doesn't even think she has power. She only knows that you have even less, and this is where she places her heart.

When the bill for her foolishness comes due, oh, how her expression will change! No longer a bold and toothy smile! Now a pouting bottom lip! No longer a triumphant hand in presentation of her own radiance! Now a through-the-eyebrows scowl, arms folded! No longer an empowered, educated feminist! Now, a hapless princess in need! "A real man pays the bill without asking!"

She offers nothing. She demands everything. She will never be held accountable for the destructiveness of her choices. She will be celebrated then as she is now, not for her contributions, but because where she is celebrated is where she will choose to be.

She is the table.

And the table is set. And she has placed her order. And all that now remains is waiting to be served.

They actually continue farther left, thinking their leftest policies did not go far enough. In 3 years she will not be a princess, she will be a green haired cow with a nose ring.
 

This is it, friends. This is where I come from. These are the fires in which my disgust was forged.

The vacant stare. The Miss America smile. The trappings of middle-class conformist consumerism. The self-assured, momentary, "tell me I'm pretty" pose clashing with the lack of effort in self-presentation and the impatience of choosing an unflattering background. The smug, condescending delivery of the message: "I have done what you warned me not to do."

All of it completely irrelevant to the topic at hand, forced awkwardly in front of it. Obscuring it. Replacing it. Upstaging it, or so she hopes. Standing between you and what matters, she says only: "Look at me. Look at the difficulty I have caused for you. Witness the joy that I can only derive from being your problem."

This is not about politics. She doesn't understand them. She doesn't even think she knows better than you. She only knows that you can't tell her what to do.

She doesn't even think she has power. She only knows that you have even less, and this is where she places her heart.

When the bill for her foolishness comes due, oh, how her expression will change! No longer a bold and toothy smile! Now a pouting bottom lip! No longer a triumphant hand in presentation of her own radiance! Now a through-the-eyebrows scowl, arms folded! No longer an empowered, educated feminist! Now, a hapless princess in need! "A real man pays the bill without asking!"

She offers nothing. She demands everything. She will never be held accountable for the destructiveness of her choices. She will be celebrated then as she is now, not for her contributions, but because where she is celebrated is where she will choose to be.

She is the table.

And the table is set. And she has placed her order. And all that now remains is waiting to be served.

I’ve said it before and I’ll continue to say it. Young, white, liberal females are the worst voting demographic in this country. They are the most easily influenced voting demographic there is. Once you appeal to their emotions on a topic, there is no amount of fact or logic (not that they understand logic) that will change their hearts. A co worker of mine summed it up well when he told me “women don’t think, they feel”.
 
I’ve said it before and I’ll continue to say it. Young, white, liberal females are the worst voting demographic in this country. They are the most easily influenced voting demographic there is. Once you appeal to their emotions on a topic, there is no amount of fact or logic (not that they understand logic) that will change their hearts. A co worker of mine summed it up well when he told me “women don’t think, they feel”.
Suicide rates will increase if they pull The View off the air.
 

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