Wall heck, y'all … ah was jes passin through an mah nose startin' itchin, figgerred some buddy was walkin on mah grave. So ah giss ah best step on off this here'n train, straighten some stuff out.
Ah gots ta say, ah disagree with ma esteemed colleeg mister hakmoto heah, on some a them finer points.
First off, is what is the definishun of a 'commyoonity'. Down heah wheah us deplorables live, ya gotta take the good with the bad. Yup, cousin Eunice's daughter she won the state prize foah cheerleadin' an she's headed off ta Memphis, shook her tits an got her a good job as a seckatary. But the same time, cousin Moreen, well ah assidentally walked inta the bathroom at her double-wide last month and she sure do got a big dick for a little woman. And Cousin Bo, he ain't got much upstairs but he can cook up a mean possum stew and if y'all ever needs a nickel, he be right there. Best not to need more'n thet tho, cuz he ain't got much. Then Uncle Stepan, damn me but he got a purty house up on tha hill with a lawn nigger an everthin, ah guess he purty famous from writin' them books but ah cain't hep but wondah what he do with all them cute colored gals when da nighttime come, him bein' tha only male in the place and all.
Back to tha point, down heah in One Below, ah figger we got us a commyoonity, and everbody kin speak theah mind. Somebody git way outta line, somebody else gonna tell em what foah. Otherwahs, we jes put up with tha bad and take the good and leave each othah alone. Ain't nobody with a little mustache marchin' the street pointin' fingers and tellin people what ta say, what ta do.
So mah colleeg heah mistah hakimoto done told us everthin is fahn, we's got the best of all possible worlds, moderatin' heah is bettah than anyplace else and all thet. To an extent ah gotta agree, then to anothah extent ah think y'all are missin somethin' …
An thet sumthin he go bah the name Poindexter. Now lahk ah said, we all don' care much 'bout dumb-ass Bo, and Moreen, well, if she wanta have a dick and wear a dress both, thet's her own affaih. But none o them people is struttin around givin orders. Seems like a tin badge shore do go to some people haids. This heah feller he done gone off to play with a bunch a childern fo five long yeahs without even poke his haid in heah, but when he get tahrd a playin cartoon games, he figgerred he'd come back heah so's he could give people what fo. Him bein one a them eddacated a-leet and all, ya understand.
Y'all can tell them a-leets cuz they figger they gon' save tha world from us uneddicated deplorables. Y'all kin tell 'em by the superhero uniforms they weah so's we's all know they is
Got one a thet poindexter, too, took when he first got back, showin' his badges and tellin me ta shut up …
Ah giss the long aend the short uvvit is, whun this hear'n poindexter showed up n started throwin his weight around, ah figgerred what the hill. Ah ain't God nor don even talk to him, ever since thet tahm ah was lightin farts in the bath tub and one a them went off big and burnt all the hairs off ma balls. Thet tahm a deep voice come outta the sky and sed "Don't Do Thet !!" An ah ain't never done it since … 'ceptin for mebbe last Thursday, if you wuz watchin', God. 'N ah wasn't ekchully lightin farts then, but Cousin Bernice she sed she done smelt sumpthin real bad and thought mebbe it was gas so ah had to check. Din't come outta mah ass so's ah think probly it was thet lasagna she et fer dinner. Ah told her ain't no good leavin thet stuff in tha icebox fer more'n a week but she don' never listen to me. Ah'm deplorable, ya see, n she's purty a-leet herself.
Ennyhoo, whun thet poindexter showed up n started givin orders, wull, normal like ah take it personal whun some pissant tells me whut ta do but in this case ah figgerred shoot, he kin wraht thet C code shit n ah'm only good fer discussin old banjo tunes. So fer the good a tha commyoonity ah done figgerred ah'd keep quaht.
But since then he ain't done shit pardon mah french, 'ceptin hassle other peeple and make the place kahnda miserble. Miserble fer us what ain't the Approved Modurn Computing A-leet Types, ah mean
If ya'all don't go along with tha rest a tha crowd then by gol, he gon show you them badges und make yer life purty miserable. Cuz thet's what he's good at, making people miserable. He don do shit for tha computin stuff and he don' do shit fer the soshul stuff, he mostly jes acts like a junyer high school ass what just got his first boy scout badge and gots to tell everbody how impotent he be.
See, this here'n "no politics" rule is fuckin pardon mah french agin shit. The days of Irix bein King of the Hill is long gone. If'n ya hang onta that then all ya gon have is the audience like I posted a photo of above. In a commyoonity people gotta talk and people gotta talk about what's important to em. It ain't no good when peeple's afraid to say sumpthin important to em because sum pretender
he's agonna deecide what is okay to say and what ain't. Fer example, what pee yoed me off in the first place was a topic that had about six er ten posts already, "Oh them pore people ! oh ain't this terrible !" which was fine with the poindexter but whun ah said, "Hey y'all ever think about WHY this happens ?" then suddenly it wor po-litickal and we cain't say nuthin but yes
three bags full
And thin agin this here'n topic raht above - ah gotta be honest with ya, ah'm not a big fan o this here'n i v legacy feller, all he talks about is thet loonix crap pardon mah french the third time but shee-it. His comment was
. There's a reason nobody buys this stuff no more. Without software it ain't worth donkey pee. And he done told tha truth, only to be junped on by thet dang poindexter assbreath agin. There's dozens of off-topic comments in forsale threads. Dozens. But poindexter, he jes gotta throw his weight around. He's a Big Man, ya see. With them badges, too.
And ah'm kinda sooprized at you too, Esteemed Hakimoto, cuz it ain't like you to be a Ass. Cuz thet legacy guy, this tahm he's tellin the truth. Ain't shit happened here for months, maybe years. Nekochan ain't good for software, it ain't good no more for discussion, ah don't hold no grudge against twelve year olds, we done had several through here over the years and they do bring sumpthin but when ya restrict all discussion to the level of twelve year olds, the place ain't worth comin to.
Which may be partly why very few of the people what used to come here does, no more. It's boring. There's nuthin happenin on the computin front and nothin on the personal discussion front. Ain't nuthin here, and that's partly because a thet officious little hall monitor with his honorary nazi merit badge.
Seems to me a shame to see thet talent wasted on pushin' people around when he cud be doin sumpthin worthwhile but lahk ah sed, ah ain't god. Y'all kin do what ya want, watch the place git more and more boring and po-litickally cerrect, where y'all kin stand in rows and chant the a-leet anthem, or chenge yer ways. Git sum software runnin, let people talk about what ails em and what makes em happy. Do sumpthin positive insted a shuvin peeple around, let peeple take care a theyself.
Up to y'all, ah gotta git back on thet train afore it leaves the station, ah got me sum Irix programs to use cuz unlike sum people heah, ah use mah Sillycone Grafx kompewter ever single day. Pretty busy, ah got ten er twenty Irix projects what ah gotta do mahself cuz askin here ain't no good no moah cuz ain't nobody what knows nuthin comin heah no moah (but ah wish ta thank all the peepel in the passed what used ta halp doin thet, ah do preciate it. A lot. Thanky kindly.)
And hair poindexter ?
Sig haille ! and don't fergit the dreads !
(can ya put them badges away tho ? Please ?)
Gotta ketch thet train, see y'all in hail