I don't like you...

Howdy folks! I have a burr under my saddle today and I just got to remove it!

I have to be very careful here cause this could be a very inflamatin post what makes some folks mad and I ain't trying to stir up no storm. Sides, I don't want to get Paul Meyers all stirred up and mad at ole Thad. He can get purty scary when he lays into folks!

So here is my problem... there are some folks in this here forum that I just plain don't like! Ain't no need to be mincin words, I JUST DON'T LIKE THEM! I'm sure most of you will probably know just who I'm talkin bout cause I figure most of you folks don't be likin these people either; howsoever, let's not do any speculatin or guessin who it is. There is one person in particular who I think is a waste of good space in this here forum! Why don't we just be callin that person Buttfinkle!

This Buttfinkle thrives on gettin people riled up and sayin thangs that are about as popular as lettin gas in a public place and smell just about as bad! Ole Butt starts threads and makes comments that ain't nothin but designed to argue and cause problems.

I was watchin the tellievision not too long ago and I saw this here rerun of The Cosby Show. In this here show Dr. Huxtible was talkin to an older boyfriend that Vanessa had brought home for supper. Let me give you the gist of the discussion...

Cliff: You, uh, probably come from a very fine, fine family with great morals and whatnot, and our daughter, regardless of what she has done, comes from what we feel is a great family also. And, you'll just have to forgive us because we just don't like you.

Dabnis: I'm sorry...

Cliff: Well, no no no no, it's not for you to be sorry because, see, you are not to blame. See, if you want to blame anybody, blame Vanessa. What I'm trying to say is, I don't want you to leave this house saying that we don't like you because you are a maintenance man, or in charge of maintenance, or whatever. I mean, you could right now, sitting there, be a banker and we would not like you AT ALL. (Dabnis and Vanessa look crestfallen)

Cliff: It's the way that...you have a favorite food?

Dabnis: Yes, sir, what you had here was fine. I especially enjoyed the fish sticks.

Cliff: No, forget the fish sticks. Do you have a favorite food, something you really LOVE?

Dabnis: Oh yeah, on occasion, I enjoy a nice, juicy steak.

Cliff: Steak! Steak, there you go! You got a steak. Just imagine you got a porterhouse and no white lines in it at all. Now, what would you like to go along with it?

Dabnis: Uh, some crispy potatoes!

Cliff: No problem! Now, you got mushrooms, you like your mushrooms.

Dabnis: Yes, sir.

Cliff: You can smell it, can't you? Smell the potatoes?

Dabnis: Yes, sir!

Cliff: Smell the mushrooms!

Dabnis: Yes, sir!

Cliff: Sauteed!

Dabnis: Yes, sir!

Cliff: MMM, boy! Huh?

Dabnis: Yes, sir!

Cliff: All right, now, I'm going to present it to you, right? I go over now...I don't get a plate, I take the garbage can lid, and I turn it upside down! After taking it off the garbage can, I take your steak, your potatoes, your sauteed mushrooms, and I give it to you! Not too appetizing, is it? It's in the presentation. THAT'S how she brought you over here, "on a garbage can lid"!

See Buttfinkle, THAT is the problem. It's all in your presentation! It's how you is presentin it to us here in the WF. You want to be arguin with ever dadgum thing someone says. You ain't got nothin nice to say to anybody. You are full of spite. You are full of anger. You are full of advise what don't belong nowhere but in the pig pen!

Now I don't want to be layin ALL the blame on your doorstep Buttfinkle! See, the fact is that too many of us folks are givin you the attention you so desperately crave. If we was to just ignore you, why you would probably be out of here quicker than a vampire in a Sizzler restaurant (see, Sizzler serves steaks and... oh, never you mind)!

Ever dadgum person readin this is a moderator. WE are responsible for keeping the WF a nice place to visit with lots of good advise and carin' folks. I am so proud of mostest of you folks for the help you is givin to people and for the kindness you be showin others. Most of you folks is just good, kind people!

To those few other folks, you are about as popular as the south end of a north bound skunk! Why don't you take your stinkin ideas and comments and go someplace where you is wanted? Oh, I guess you wouldn't have no where to go, would you?

To all the rest of you, ole Thad loves you and thinks of you as his family! You are all welcome to come on down to the holler for some fancy, home-cooked vittles. Just give me some advance warnin so I can scoot on down to the highway and grocery shop!