Yes, indeed, they conveniently forget the facts. 
The primitives forgot it all.
One recalls that every July 7, for four years, the primitives sat around a campfire remembering the late red round one, and talked about how they were never going to forget him, the greatest man that ever lived, for the rest of their lives; that he was immortalized in their memories, enshrined in their thoughts.
But on the fifth anniversary of the late red round one's death from infection, July 7, 2010, there was not a word of the immortal late red round one on Skins's island, and so decent and civilized people, proponents of open and honest fund-raising, had to remember the late red round one over here instead.
http://www.conservativecave.com/index.php/topic,46254.0/The remembrance thread includes things now long forgotten, such as this:
.....the whine of the psychotic primitive, the "psychic" primitive "JoanAlpern," that the red round one had given her a rubber check for $300--that one in particular always struck me, because if the psychotic primitive was in fact a psychic, she could've foretold the check was no good in the beginning.....but of course most people wouldn't need any psychic talents to discern it was no good.
Good times, good times.
But as I "unsticky" this, I sit back and wonder; what was the reason for the scam?
But it's useless wonder, as we'll never know, and the only person in the whole world who does know, the data's now fossilized in her petrified brain-cells.
I don't suppose there's anybody around who can claim to be as intimately-acquainted with Doug's stupid ex-wife as franksolich via her comments on Skins's island since November 2004 (and from no other place, either on the internet or in real life; only Skins's island). Others have caught sporadic glances of her here-and-there, but franksolich has been eyewitness, first hand and up close, to her daily erosion into premature arteriosclerosis, due probably to a combination of a vigorous Hate (Hate is after all hard on the brain-cells) and an overuse of mood-altering pharmaceutical drugs.
Doug's stupid ex-wife turns 56 years old this year, but already she's reminiscent of the Duchess of Windsor the last ten years of her own life, unable to form a coherent thought, unable to recognize people and things, unable to express herself excepting in short, bitter, nasty, angry phrases, unable to keep a line of thought more than a couple of seconds, unable to remember.....
Sometime near the beginning of the Scamdal, I had predicted on P-J Comix's
DUmmie FUnnies that this whole thing was likely to wind down as a medieval morality play, and indeed it has.
