Chiefs fan since the ’90s. Raconteur, troublemaker and general loudmouth who makes adhering to Rule 9 a way of life. AG’s resident Fool on the Hill.
My mind can be changed, but only by proper application of facts and reason. (Hint: If you are internet-arguing, it won’t happen.)
I can be reached by adding (at)Yahoo.com to the end of my screen name. That includes if you want me to edit your fanpost, and I’ll treat it just like any other piece from the regular writers that “crosses my desk”.
That doesn’t mean they aren’t seen. And I’ll confess, I’ve let us all down on that front. In the first year or so, I’d occasionally agitate for ways to get the fanposts rolling, but nothing ever came of it, and I guess I accepted defeat. That doesn’t mean I have to stay there, but that’s a project added to a cluster of them. All I can say is that I do see your entries, and appreciate the contributions. Good lord, I do.
But I can empathize, because putting up these Afternights has often been a largely thankless task. I keep the lurkers who’ve reached out in support in mind with every one of them. The count in the link puts the series at 678, but that’s just since I settled on this title. I fiddled with it for quite a while, and I think it’s safe to say that I’m at over 1,100 days in a row.
That’s not me chiding you, though. You do you, and if your inspiration fades, I can’t ask you to fake it. All I can do is lead from the front, and set the best example I can manage while helping the rest of the team be at their best. But I can only lead, I can’t compel. I detest when it’s done to me, so I won’t play the hypocrite. That’s how I do me.
PS: I know I can get preachy at times, but consider that my (teachers both) parents frequently corrected my English, and did that teach me to speak English better? Not really, what they did was teach me to do that to other people. Likewise, when I got into trouble, my father would give me long, humiliating lectures – and big surprise, he tended to preach at me.
I expect that to this day they refuse to believe that I have an old, old psychological disability. Shit like this is why I have no interest in trying to make peace with them, because the only way that would happen is for me to accept their innocence and talk all the guilt into myself. Don’t ever forget that they think I’m lazy.
There is no reconciling with them, it’s all one way: Their way. Fuck that noise.
I hope she wins, and wins big. Being framed by a cop is one of the worst disasters that can befall someone. Your life’s ruined, and even if you can rebuild, the officer’s life will remain undisturbed. There are exceptions, such as Holtzclaw and Goines, but the 6-figure salary officer in this case got away with it.
So it seems like no one comments on my poems anymore. 3 comments in the last 5 poems / song parodies, and one of those comments is mine.
That doesn’t mean they aren’t seen. And I’ll confess, I’ve let us all down on that front. In the first year or so, I’d occasionally agitate for ways to get the fanposts rolling, but nothing ever came of it, and I guess I accepted defeat. That doesn’t mean I have to stay there, but that’s a project added to a cluster of them. All I can say is that I do see your entries, and appreciate the contributions. Good lord, I do.
But I can empathize, because putting up these Afternights has often been a largely thankless task. I keep the lurkers who’ve reached out in support in mind with every one of them. The count in the link puts the series at 678, but that’s just since I settled on this title. I fiddled with it for quite a while, and I think it’s safe to say that I’m at over 1,100 days in a row.
That’s not me chiding you, though. You do you, and if your inspiration fades, I can’t ask you to fake it. All I can do is lead from the front, and set the best example I can manage while helping the rest of the team be at their best. But I can only lead, I can’t compel. I detest when it’s done to me, so I won’t play the hypocrite. That’s how I do me.
PS: I know I can get preachy at times, but consider that my (teachers both) parents frequently corrected my English, and did that teach me to speak English better? Not really, what they did was teach me to do that to other people. Likewise, when I got into trouble, my father would give me long, humiliating lectures – and big surprise, he tended to preach at me.
I expect that to this day they refuse to believe that I have an old, old psychological disability. Shit like this is why I have no interest in trying to make peace with them, because the only way that would happen is for me to accept their innocence and talk all the guilt into myself. Don’t ever forget that they think I’m lazy.
There is no reconciling with them, it’s all one way: Their way. Fuck that noise.
I hope she wins, and wins big. Being framed by a cop is one of the worst disasters that can befall someone. Your life’s ruined, and even if you can rebuild, the officer’s life will remain undisturbed. There are exceptions, such as Holtzclaw and Goines, but the 6-figure salary officer in this case got away with it.
https://www.forbes.com/sites/instituteforjustice/2021/08/09/jailed-because-of-a-cops-lies-a-refugee-takes-her-fight-for-justice-to-the-supreme-court/
First post!
That’s a blast from the past, and here’s another: