After a very long period of time reading & posting on this board, I have come to realize two things:
1)There are posters that I like.
2)There are posters that I don’t like.
That is also the way of it IRL. Every day, I encounter people that I like, and people that I don’t like.
Who I like and who I don’t like, on this board and IRL, is of no real consequence. One thing that I try hard not to do, though, is trash people I don’t like. Somebody somewhere does like the people I don’t like. Somebody I like probably likes somebody I don’t like. What’s the point in arguing about it?
Lots of people like Wally. Lots of people love Wally. Lots of people (myself included) think Wally hangs the sun and moon. But I don’t recall ever being asked to like him. It just happened.
You don’t have to like Wally. In fact, it’s probably better if you don’t. That will just leave Wally free to spend more time with the rest of us.
Oops–I almost forgot to swear! “Damn.”
Cristi, Slayer of Peeps
I made my husband join a bridge club. He jumps next Tuesday.
[gushy love stuff] Wally is my hero. Wally is everything a woman could ever want. He makes me want to go to Canada, track him down, and (mumble) him. What difference does it make that he’s a lousy moose-chasing, battle-scarred, married Canuck? [/gushy love stuff]
Shadowfox
“The dead have risen, and they’re voting Republican!” - Bart Simpson
Oh Eve! It was just that once! It was the medication! He was thinking of this place the whole time!
Re the OP…
Anyone else reminded of the scene in Lethal Weapon where Mel(yum)Gibson is forced to walk through a black neighborhood wearing a sign that stated his feelings ( I hate niggers - IIRC)…
Well, good looking white guy paired with a black co-star…hmmm. Ok, I will blame this lapse on my new medication, but I desrcibed the scene right!! :eek:
So, Wally, didja ever think you’d end up a Doper icon, sniped at by somebody named “CalifBoomer” wanting sig advice about Aryan farts? The irony…reeks.
Don’t have a relapse, guy. It may be tough, what with hysterical laughter and high minded “putzing”.
The “fuss” about you? Oh, quality, sly wit, grumpy kindness, fine companionship…