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Edited on Sun Jan-03-10 11:56 AM by Frosty1
"The CB world simply morphed into the Internet, and the same sad droolers are there, no longer covering cheap microphones with spittle, but pounding on plastic keyboards covered with equal amounts of their distinctly unpleasant bodily fluids over which they have no control.
They never change, they never feel better. They attack, they purge, they lose whatever small control or sanity upon which they might rely to get through their daily lives in the real world (which doesn’t pay much attention to them at all, and rightly so), and they remain impotent, invisible, meaningless, and, best of all, ignored.
It was 1978, and now, all these years later, their descendants, or maybe it’s even still the same ones, now in their sad dotage, railing and hurling invective, trying everything they can to get whatever attention they so sadly crave, and, what they don’t understand, because, if they did, they would surely shatter, leaving a gray-green puddle that no one would ever care to clean up, is that no one is listening to them." Annette Appollo
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