<superman@spamxxblockuksf.org.uk> wrote:

> "Robert Poleson" <sp@m.no> wrote in message
> news:1142343642.2948.0@eunomia.uk.clara.net...
> > How all the cunts that complain about QSI can never be arsed to
> > post much themselves when things are a bit quiet.
> 
> DWTWP.  I think you're looking at it the wrong way.  I can't speak for
> anyone else but seeing yet another thread turn into a QSI shitepit of
> unfunny one word replies makes me not want to post to the froup until
> I've stopped shaking my head and repeatedly saying "I can't be arsed
> with this shit".

AWTMP. It's like walking out your front door with every intention of
strolling down to your local for a few quiet pints with a group of old
war buddies only to be confronted with some foolish OAP getting her
head kicked in by a group of enthusiastic young punks. They look like
the sort who'd rape her battered corpse once she ceases putting up a
fight too.

"Fuck that for a lark," you think as you scurry back to the safety of
your favourite lounge chair. "I don't want to get involved."

> QSI has been such a momentously stupid and self-indulgent period
> in UKSF's history that it's greatly reduced the fun I get out of reading
> and posting to the froup.

Exactly. The authorities should do something about it. You could walk
the streets after dark without fear of being mugged by a group of
QSIers back in my day. We never felt the need to lock our doors
either. And milk came in real glass bottles, delivered to your door by
a nice chap who could mend a fuse if required....and there was only
one sort...none of that foreign low fat/high calcium/skimming the till
rubbish.

> Maybe my expectations are just too high.

It's a new world, Mikey. The youngsters these days have no
appreciation of the finer things like ROT13, punctuation, John
Maloney, etc, and wouldn't know how to even spell resepct.

Oh sure, they like their hoodies, but wouldn't have the first clue
when it came to numbers, or stats. And no one has the time to write a
proper post these days. It's all bloody acronyms and swearing just for
the sake of it. And don't get me started on their stupid names. Time
was when blokes had proper names like Matthew, Mark, Luke, or John,
not some made up hippy tosh like SkyJamToes or TMAK or Gra. And would
you look at the hair on them! If it's not bullet headed thugs, it's
big girly pony tails. And what's with the tattoos? Back in the good
old days they were the adornment of choice for sailors, ladies of the
night, and the incarcerated. And why the sudden fascination for metal?
I don't mind a bit of jewellery dangling from a dainty earlobe or to
highlight an ample bosom, but the youngsters nowadays are sticking it
all over their pretty faces. They'll be whacking it in their cocks
next, you mark my words.

Thankfully we're not long for this earth the likes of you or I. Well,
you mostly. They've sent me that scan of your testicles by mistake
and...I don't know how to tell you this.....it's not looking....

Oh fuck it. I don't want to get involved.


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Dat