So I glance at the list of mods and see the name John Corrado. John Corrado? Who the fuck is John Corrado? And why isn’t he unjustifiably locking my threads? Let me tell you something Corrado: If you don’t start pissing me off with gruff comments and thread lockings motivated by personal reasons you’re gonna start pissing me off…more. Has the job become too “thankless?” Are you the “good cop” sock puppet to**“manhattan’s”** bad cop? Lock this thread baby, I dare ya’…umm…bitch(?)
What would John Corrado do if he was here right now?
I’m sure he’d kick an ass or two.
thats what John Corrado do.
There is nothing more maddening than a mod who is slipping from his role as a jack-booted thug.
Note: it took only two posts for a mod thread to include the phrase “jack-booted thug.” We request that all future posts employ other tired old saws about moderator behavior. Still up for grabs: Nazism!
Well, he did originally come up with the idea for the Nazca Lines. I think we owe him some slack for that. And curb feelers… those were his idea too.
WWJCD?
He’s just this guy, you know?
Where in the world is John Corrado Diego?
I suspect he’s holed up in a mountain eyrie with the rest of the elite Republican cabal plotting our untimely demise and cackling evilly as the peasants below grab their pitchforks and light their torches.
Or maybe he’s on vacation. I’unno, really.
Whatever happened to good ol’ Predeterminism?
Everyone knows that John Corrado is Mr and Mrs Corrado’s son. Idiot.
Thats some funny stuff 
Sounds like you need a list of John Corrados and John Corradon’ts.
Uncle Junior?
Oh, we used to dream of living in a John Corrador!
He’s probably having a beer with Alphagene. I swear I’ve only seen that dude twice since I’ve been here.
Of course, they weren’t married at the time.
I keep associating him with Corrado Soprano. You know, Uncle Junior.
Hey, man, you don’t talk to John Corrado. You listen to him. The man’s enlarged my mind. He’s a poet-warrior in the classic sense. I mean sometimes he’ll, uh, well, you’ll say hello to him, right? And he’ll just walk right by you, and he won’t even notice you. And suddenly he’ll grab you, and he’ll throw you in a corner, and he’ll say do you know that if is the middle word in life? If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you - I mean I’m no, I can’t - I’m a little man, I’m a little man, he’s, he’s a great man. I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas.
Doesn’t he have a collection of barrettes he found washed up on the beach?
Heh. Sounds like he’s enlarged more than just your mind. 