The source didn't elaborate any more than saying they were scared to post because of CCers? How childish. What on earth doesn't scare them? I'd hate to go through life starting at shadows the way they do.
Here's the rehash.
Last week, I became concerned because the cooking and baking forum on Skins's island hadn't been providing the rich material it used to; in fact, one can even see cobwebs growing in this, once one of the most-active forums on Skins's island.
It looked to me as if the cooking and baking forum was (is) languishing due to the absence of one of the Primitives of Prominence, who in the past had kept the place humming better than twenty cooks crowded in a railway dining-car kitchen.
I asked my source to find out what happened, and was badly hoping her absence wasn't because of a family tragedy or some heartbreak. I'm a nice guy after all, and wish nothing but the best for others.
He checked into it, and found out that she found the merry little tale, "Mrs. Alfred Packer does Easter," so true-to-life, so accurate in nearly all details, that she became convinced franksolich is down there in northeastern Oklahoma, watching her and Wild Bill like a hawk.
It couldn't be otherwise, as this little tale, and all the other "Mrs. Alfred Packer does Christmas" stories (there was more than one), were just
so close to depicting people and events as they actually are, that surely franksolich was seeing all with his own eyes.
Which of course is utter nonsense; franksolich has never in his life been in Oklahoma, nor has any reason to compel him to go there. Oklahomans are nice people, the salt of the earth, and all that, but it being a southern state, it's too hot. franksolich prefers going places with more moderate temperatures.
That franksolich is woefully ignorant of what Oklahoma is like (other than the decent and civilized people therein) is that the largest error in "Mrs. Alfred Packer does Easter" was a description of the skyline of Tulsa. I had imagined downtown Tulsa as dominated by a massive medieval-like cathedral, much like York Minster in England, but as I later learned, I had imagined wrongly.
If the story--which apparently it is--is
so accurate, it's a testimony to my skills at taking scraps of information (in this case, provided by Mrs. Alfred Packer herself) and making them into a whole.
Mrs. Alfred Packer has nothing to fear from franksolich--in fact, given the violence of the left, franksolich has more to fear from her, than she from he--and so I wish she'd drop her silly paranoia and get the cooking and baking forum on Skins's island boiling again.