As I have said elsewhere, if I were a clerk, I would find out a way to fire the whole management class, including me. So I may be putting my virtual confetti Canadian dollarette money where my mouth is.
The management and bureaucratic class are the real bloodsuckers and parasites in this country. They sap the wealth of both the workers and the shareholders, including your pension money. The posters on babble have become the self-appointed parasitic management class of rabble.
I feel a bit guilty using this site as a soapbox for my views. I am consuming someone else's time and resources.
The administrators of this site are unpaid and unthanked. They are being used as a doormat by us on babble. So I wish to thank MegB for her tireless work on this site, and her infinite tolerance, which is exactly opposite to my zero tolerance. My zero tolerance is caused by PTSD. The extremely good people in the Quebec medical system say I have a zinger of a case, which should be evident to anyone with a molecule of empathy in their brain.
From an advertiser's point of view, I would not want to advertise on this site, because it allows people like me to post my views without any filtering. I hit the button, and it goes on the web, spelling mistakes, typographical errors like not putting a space after a comma or a full stop, personal attacks, extremely foul language, and all.
I say shit and fuck a lot, but about a thing I am talking about, and not directed at another person. Through every fibre of my being courses rage about the existential condition of this society, starting with me.
But I have known since I can remember that I must never express that rage on someone else. That would just make society even worse. I can take it out on crowbars and boxes and pallets and things, and they have no right to complain, as they are instruments of my exploitation and delightful torture. Still, I am finding I can do things which I thought were not humanly possible. Personally I am all smiles and ^5s.
When you talk about anal rape, you sociopathically do not consider the feelings of a person like me who might have had that happen to. You just post your vile content, and it appears. Yet even if I use bad words like shit and fuck in the most polite way possible, an advertiser is going to say no.
Advertisers like static content which is controlled by the Authorities. Interesting how Authorities and Authors have the same root. Fucking clerks. They made themselves Pharaoh!
Like blogs which have been submitted, edited if necessary, and posted by the Authorities with no possibility of editing or change by a viewer. Bloggers themselves may be more enthusiastic about posting if they knew babble were not there. They may not wish to be unintentionally associated with someone who talks about anal rape.
Not only that, but the overhead in a discussion board is huge. You have to think about new topic groups and delete obsolete ones, manage users and their content, etc.
I am willing to bet if babble was simply deleted, it would be much easier to get sponsorship from the unions and other social action groups who may be very interested in supporting a site like this. Babble may be the reason they are staying away.
And to that end, I am going to stop posting on babble. I detect sociopaths here, and any contact with sociopaths is extremely bad for someone with an even more extremely bad case of PTSD like mine.
If you want to delete one molecule of your headache, MegB, do so with my account with my gratitude. However I know if I stop posting right away, there will be no resultant traffic which may provide other molecules of headache.
I was told by one of the sociopaths here that I have no place on babble. Indeed, why would anyone want to be any place with a sociopath? I will however keep reading, and when I can try to send some real confetti Canadian dollarettes in.
Thanks and all the best. Think I am going to try and write a book now. Some sociopaths put some barrels of highly explosive jet fuel in the worst place in the world that you could possibly not ever want to imagine. Love you all, except for the sociopaths. And you will never know who you are, because you are perfect, and I am all the names you can think of in the book.
