franksolich explains Skins's island

[franksolich]

franksolich explains Skin's island  I went out to supper Saturday evening, driving all the way down to a big city alongside the Platte River--there’s two of them south of here, neither of them Omaha or Lincoln--to connect with a college classmate and roommate from years gone by.  Both of us were originally from the Sandhills of Nebraska, but he’s a banker now and lives in Omaha, while franksolich is…..whatever and wherever he is.

Most of our hours’-long chitchattery had to do with personal lives, as we hadn’t gotten together the last ten years.  Since graduation from college, we used to do this sort of thing once a year, on the day of the Nebraska-Missouri football game (it had nothing to do with the game; it was just always a good day to get together), seven of us and wives or femmes, if any, meeting at someone’s home in Omaha.

I was the one who alas and inadvertently broke up the group (it certainly was not my intention) when I quit attending, having moved out here to the eastern foothills of the Sandhills.  Geography wasn’t the reason; after all, one guy used to come all the way from Denver, and another from San Antonio, and a third always flew in from Los Angeles (the others being in Nebraska and Kansas).

I suppose it was my middle-aged discontentment; we all came from the same sorts of families and backgrounds.  But while these guys had gone onto successful careers, settled down, married, and had children, I’d done other things, including none of those.

They were zooming along in life, while I tended to be stalled more than moving.

There had been a time, so long ago, that we all looked our ages, 19-20-21 years old, but after two and three decades there’d occurred a chasm.  Their hair greyed and thinned, their teeth deteriorated, they thickened with middle age, they got on medically-prescribed pharmaceuticals for one problem or another, they got tired sooner and more often, and they weren’t nearly as audacious and adventuresome as they used to be.

In the meantime, franksolich, true to his motto--”the same, yesterday, today, and tomorrow; always the same”--retained all his hair in its original color and his teeth in their original condition, still fit into clothes he’d worn thirty years before, stayed off drugs, and to this day takes risks at which even a young adult with his whole life still ahead for him, would balk.

They were getting older, maturing and ripening, while I remained the same as I’d always been.

Because of both this social and physical retardation, whereas once I’d been their equal, as the years and decades wended on, I found myself seen as, and treated as…..a youngest brother.  And very much younger brother, naïve, lacking in guile and sophistication, prey to people who do not mean well, and in need of guidance and protection.

I’d been appalled that my non-attendance broke up the other six, but excresence happens.

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Near the end of the repast, after which the two of us planned to be on our ways home, he mentioned puzzlement at a thread I’d taken from Skins’s island and sent him.  As it was, we ended up spending a couple more hours.

He’s a banker, not a message-board habitue, and Skins’s island was something wholly new and strange to him.  “I didn’t know such people exist,” he said; “these are some really crazy people there, and I hope the right people are keeping tabs on them.  I don’t think I’ve ever read anything so full of hate and sedition.”

“And that was just from the cooking and baking forum,” I pointed out; “it’s worse, far worse, in other forums there, seething and bubbling and boiling with malice and treason.”

“What ever happened to the old ‘may she always be in the right, but my country, right or wrong’ attitude?”

Said by a famous Democrat, I reminded him, “but that feeling’s been long dead, I figure since about early November 1980, right after Reagan landslided the incompetent incumbent, and good.  That’s when I first noticed it, nearly thirty-five years ago.  Politics, when we were growing up, were merely a minor issue of mild disagreement, no big deal.

“But then the sore losers wouldn’t let it go, and it’s been downhill since.”

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“Well, I surely hope the FBI, the Secret Service, the NSA, local and state law-enforcement, are keeping track of this Democrat message-board,” he said.

Oh, they are, I assured him, “but it’s not really worth their while.

“Skins’s island is circa 4,000 primitives, parasites and malcontents, the far-left fringe of the left-fringe of the Democrat party; the message-board is meant as a magnet to identify, attract, and segregate the primitives out of the public eye so as to not embarrass the professional Democrats.

“That’d been the hope, that the general public wouldn’t see them, but it worked out quite differently--” after which I explained P-J Comix’s DUmmie FUnnies, the Best/Worst of DU of conservativeunderground, and our own Dumpster here on conservativecave (I mentioned other places that watch the primitives too, but as this is being posted in a public forum, I want the lurking primitives to go out on their own and look for them).

“But the primitives are blowhards; they talk the talk, but don’t walk the walk.  They’re always threatening to do this or that, but never do it.  Out of circa 4,000 primitives, there’s only two who present a real threat, a real peril, a real danger, to our liberties and rights, the republic, the Constitution, and our very lives.

“The rest of them, well, they’re just occasional fleas or cockroaches.

“But these two, trust me, I’m watching like a hawk.”

[liana]

I can't stand how pathetic they are. It's not like they're trying to be goofy or anything. It's who they are.
A collection of pathetic leeches.

[Gern]

“But the primitives are blowhards; they talk the talk, but don’t walk the walk.  They’re always threatening to do this or that, but never do it. 

Isn't that the truth.

In roughly fifteen years of mocking these fools on the Net, not just DU but other message boards, I've seen all their talk of armed revolution amount to exactly Jack Shit.  As we've documented here, most DUers are hopeless misfits; societal malcontents who seek salvation from their own antisocial, worthless lives in fantasies of warped ideas to achieve their eventual utopia.  It's always something outside themselves that's holding them back; classism, racism, chauvinism.

They blather and prattle day after day, week after week, year after year about how the world needs to change; never once considering that it may be they, themselves that need changing...That their discontent in the world actually comes from within rather than without.

Human existence is full of opposites; fat and skinny, rich and poor, smart and dumb.   

People fall into any and all of these categories as much as they decide to, whether they are conscious of it or not.

[liana]

Isn't that the truth.

In roughly fifteen years of mocking these fools on the Net, not just DU but other message boards, I've seen all their talk of armed revolution amount to exactly Jack Shit.  As we've documented here, most DUers are hopeless misfits; societal malcontents who seek salvation from their own antisocial, worthless lives in fantasies of warped ideas to achieve their eventual utopia.  It's always something outside themselves that's holding them back; classism, racism, chauvinism.

They blather and prattle day after day, week after week, year after year about how the world needs to change; never once considering that it may be they, themselves that need changing...That their discontent in the world actually comes from within rather than without.

Human existence is full of opposites; fat and skinny, rich and poor, smart and dumb.   

People fall into any and all of these categories as much as they decide to, whether they are conscious of it or not.

Hi5 

[DumbAss Tanker]

“Well, I surely hope the FBI, the Secret Service, the NSA, local and state law-enforcement, are keeping track of this Democrat message-board,” he said.

Under the current Administration?  Hardly.

[Carl]

All one needs to know is that the outlier on the island is the one that posts something sensible and sane.

That after a while such a person is purged shows that it is really a case of "Lord Of The Flies" on steroids.

[liana]

All one needs to know is that the outlier on the island is the one that posts something sensible and sane.

That after a while such a person is purged shows that it is really a case of "Lord Of The Flies" on steroids.

You're being nice.

[Dori]

“I didn’t know such people exist,” he said; “these are some really crazy people there, and I hope the right people are keeping tabs on them.  I don’t think I’ve ever read anything so full of hate and sedition.”

Amen to that.   

[franksolich]

In roughly fifteen years of mocking these fools on the Net, not just DU but other message boards, I've seen all their talk of armed revolution amount to exactly Jack Shit.  As we've documented here, most DUers are hopeless misfits; societal malcontents who seek salvation from their own antisocial, worthless lives in fantasies of warped ideas to achieve their eventual utopia.  It's always something outside themselves that's holding them back; classism, racism, chauvinism.

They blather and prattle day after day, week after week, year after year about how the world needs to change; never once considering that it may be they, themselves that need changing...That their discontent in the world actually comes from within rather than without.....

Yeah.  I remember my own first introduction to Skins's island, when I was shocked and appalled at the primitives' intensity of hate and sedition.  It was an eye-opener, and at the time it concerned me very much.

But that was a long time ago, and I got rather enured to them, coming to see that they're just blowhards and parasites, far more worthy of laughter and ridicule than worry.

[GOBUCKS]

It's good to know those two are living on borrowed time.