I'd hate to see the pilgrim primitive disappear, myself.
Like the locust primitive, even though he's nuts, he can somehow hold his own against bullying primitives
ostensibly saner than he is.
But some nuts are softer, and shouldn't be on Skins's island. They're too vulnerable.
And so franksolich has a confession to make here.
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Sometimes the primitives accuse decent and civilized people of "chasing" some of their fellow primitives away.
The addlepated grasswire primitive is the chief among them, with all her silly accusations about franksolich doing in the late red round one, and shoving the hippywife primitive Mrs. Alfred Packer away.
Which is nonsense. I won't comment on the disappearance of the late red round one, but I will point out that it was hippyhubby Wild Bill who
forced Mrs. Alfred Packer to leave Skins's island, because he was jealous of all the attention she was giving the cooking and baking primitives; attention he thought she should be paying him.
franksolich at no time hindered, obstacled, or prevented Mrs. Alfred Packer from hanging around with the primitives; in fact, such would've been stupid, given the rich quality of light entertainment and amusement the hippywife primitive provided the DUmpster.
There is however one exception, where franksolich actively and vigorously tried chasing a primitive away.
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I could never do anything about the subway cat, who didn't belong there either, as she was too firmly entrenched until her loving caring sisters had her put away last September, but when Dennis the Menace showed up a few years ago, since he was still new, I could.
The first time I read him, I thought, "Uh oh. This guy doesn't belong here. He's nuts, and he's going to embarrass himself, make himself look like a fool, and certain malicious primitives are going to take advantage of his vulnerabilities....."
It was so long ago probably nobody remembers any more, but at first, I came down
really hard on him, so as to discourage him from hanging around the primitives. I was mean, I was rough, I was tough, with him.
It did no good however, and so over time I lessened the pressure, ultimately giving up.
My motives were wholly decent and noble; he didn't belong there, and he was going to hurt himself hanging around. He had to be driven somewhere to get
competent psychiatric help.
I dunno what finally chased him away, but as I constantly reminded him, he could be one thing or another thing; he could be either sane, or a primitive. He couldn't be both at the same time, just one thing or the other thing.
<<<a sterling example of purity of purpose, of Nobility, of watching out for one's fellow man, especially those weak and vulnerable.
