You know, instead of all the complaining about Skins's island not being up and running, perhaps we should instead be expressing our heartfelt gratitude to Skins.
Skins's island will be up and running sometime, so that shouldn't be a concern.
Since we're decent and civilized people, and especially with Thanksgiving coming up, it's a good time for all decent and civilized people to say "thank you" to the Founder and Maintainer of Skins's island.
One reason would be that, by the mere existence of Skins's island, primitives are drawn to it like iron fillings to a magnet, collecting them all into one place, making them easier to find.
Another reason is the illumination and entertainment the primitives provide us in an other bleak world (well, it was bleak the past eight years, although morning's coming again); giving us much laughter and chortle.
And now we have this, where Skins's island is down, causing many decent and civilized people much vexation, because we can't jig and jostle and poke and probe and jab the primitives during their hours of wretched misery.
However, there's an upside to that.
As vexed as we are, think of how many orders of magnitude vexed are the primitives themselves, as they've got no place to go to vent their spleen, their hate, their rage, their angry impotence. I suspect many of them are by now true basket cases; maybe during this interregnum, there's been some spouse beatings, some temper-tantrumming resulting in the breakage of valuable personal possessions, some bodily injuries inflicted, maybe a murder or two, and one hopes at least six or half a dozen suicides.
Without actually seeing it, one knows the primitives are in agony.
That should warm the heart, hearten the soul; they're getting what they deserve, the swine.
