In the dark of night with only a forty watt bulb to light the way I find my keyboard covered with dust except for a few of my favorite letters. My thoughts have been inward and distracted from the everyday nuances of life. Then I hear a screeching sound coming from a distant television. The screech turns into a squawk. My head turns toward the glimmering light and through the shadows I see a CRAZY woman telling the rest of us how to think and react. The words sounded as bitter as the face looked. And, the tirade extenuated the complete, irrefutable ignorance openly displayed by the glare upon her face.
Nestled in a little corner of my brain a thought found safe harbor and began to grow. This imbecile is probably teaching small butt holes how to become BIG assholes and get no-paying jobs as forum moderators (no offense toward good moderators). A mental picture begins to develop.
In a bar off the beaten path sits a woman with a proclivity for faux leather, tattoos and stainless steel. She takes a book of matches from the oddly shaped bowl resting on the polished bake-o-lite bar. On the inside cover her eyes find the words “You To Can Moderate” followed by the number 1-big-ass-hole. Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels a moment of ecstasy. How can she resist?
She dials the number…
(This is satirical) lol