In preparation for nominations for the
TOP DUmmies OF 2010, which begin exactly two weeks from today, Thanksgiving Day, it's a good time to briefly have a question and answer thread about the DUmpster (not about Skins's island, but about the DUmpster), given that there's so many new members (about twice as many as there were this time last year) who might find the DUmpster somewhat, uh, confusing.
And hence this temporary "Ask the Moderators" thread, with our thanks to my fellow alum Skins for the inspiration.
The moderators of the DUmpster are Flame, TVDOC, TxRadioguy, and franksolich.
There's no such thing as a stupid question, so ask away.
However, despite the fact that there's no such thing as a stupid question, if one is shy about it, a personal message to a moderator asking the question will suffice, the identity of the questioner kept confidential.
The most frequently-asked question I've had over the year--in fact, all the years the DUmpster has been in exitence--involves the treatment of mentally-incompetent primitives in the DUmpster, as if we might be going "too far" in making fun of sick people.
This issue was addressed in February, during a poll here, "are we too mean to the primitives on Skins's island?"
http://www.conservativecave.com/index.php/topic,40292.0.htmlDecent and civilized people have boundaries, limits, and those boundaries seem to have been scrupulously observed in the DUmpster since its inception;
no primitive who is mentally ill, or otherwise ill, but making an honest effort to improve his life, has ever been mocked in the DUmpster. Never.Decent and civilized people have judgement, and use it, easily discerning the difference between primitives actually trying to improve their condition, and primitives looking for a ride on the social security disability gravy-train.
It might seem to a newcomer that we mock, for example, the subway cat (the "undergroundpanther" primitive) rather much, but it was long ago determined the subway cat is a fake, a fraud, even well into middle age (and overweight besides) not the least bit interested in turning her life around. She just wants the free drugs, the free money, nothing more than that.
And so the DUmpster mocks away, at this parasite on the society human.
In things other than mental illness, but serious personal problems anyway, the DUmpster has actually proven itself effective in turning primitives' lives around, the stellar example being the gigantic primitive (the "Systematic Chaos" primitive).
It's a long story, but for the longest time, the gigantic primitive was mired in circa 500 pounds--a quarter of a ton--of fat, and the primitives on Skins's island weren't helping him any. The gigantic primitive then moved on to another message-board (a dietary one), but for many months his non-progress continued.
The DUmpster after a while discovered the gigantic primitive in his new digs, and once his campfires from there were brought here, much helpful advice and illumination was given the gigantic primitive. The gigantic primitive indicated he didn't much care for us--he even came to the DUmpster to say as much--but our enlightenment sunk into him, and as we all know now, the gigantic primitive has wrestled himself down to circa 400 pounds since his plight was first broadcast here.
Our enlightenment was of greater assistance to the gigantic primitive, than Skins's island or the dietary message-board.
And thus civilization advances.
However, the new lithe gigantic primitive still hasn't gone out to find a job, finding those social security disability checks and computer games more to his liking, and so our work is but half done; we need to light a fire under the Las Vegas fat boy so he becomes a contributing member of society.
I'm afraid, personally, that once the slenderized gigantic primitive realizes he's going to be kicked off the gravy-train, he's going to start chowing down again on bushels of Big Macs. So it's important that the DUmpster relentlessly keeps up its good work, so as to prevent a relapse.
We all do good work here, in keeping the truly sad and tragic cases separated from the clowns, the frauds, the shams, the rectal apertures, who choose to wallow rather than walk. The former, we leave alone; the latter have provided fertile territory for utterly appropriate amusement.
