It is so petty, whether one is done here, protesting for a while, or too lazy to give lorianne her props and rejoin one's friends elsewhere (where there's air I'm told) and piss you off this time baby. (Mea maxima culpa.)
In the spirit of all that makes mirrors none of our friends, I offer the following holiday video. I never do the stupid video, er, I mean the video that drives home a salient point that one might otherwise be tempted to think could be accomplished through writing, photography, or something other.
But we have a problem with our orbitals, to put it in atomic terms.
You "The Our Salon" folks who cruised my posts to tease with your promise of "a better place" did so while either having adopted a wait-and-see moratorium, in some cases, or a flat-out buh-bye. It's all good, and I've tried to respond to your invitations with manners and your implications of my somehow being a "scab" with an appropriate level of caustic.
That's just who I am.
But it's fuc(7sec)n' Christmas, know what I mean? We can't do this forever, can we? We have like Irish Alzheimer's: we forgot everything but the grudges (thank you Denis, not original).
So if this has gotten your goat, as it were, kindly point out to me which one in the comments section.