Excuse me...uh...is this the line for the 7:20 IMAX showing of TITANIC?
Ahem. Mr. Speaker, esteemed members of this body, illustrious visitors, fellow Amurikans...
Put eight million monkeys with eight million typewriters into a room and eventually they will produce a tremendous amount of monkey-sh*t. By the same token, you will eventually realize that you have wasted the potential of a freakin' enormous room. I think I make my point.
I'm nobody's father, Paul. Not that I know of. I'm more like the big brother who's stuck watching the babies when he'd rather be getting stoned at the Eagles 75th anniversary reunion show. Because stoned is the only way anyone should ever have to sit through an Eagles show. I think I make my point.
Demands for apologies, refusals to apologize, private apologies, public apologies, private apologies made public, powerful personal back-stories, resignation and reinstatement ad nauseum, indignation both justified and just plain lame. The M.O.M Thread: It is a controversy, wrapped in a controversy, inside a controversy. Wrapped in Winston Churchill. Inside Russia. In 1939. I think I make my point.
I have my theories on all of this business that's transpired over the past few days, particularly on which member of M.O.M is not a normal, flawed human being. Hint: he is beady eyed. covered in white hair and has a propensity for rooting through trash. (I know...that doesn't really narrow it down) The rest of us, regrettably, are. Human, I mean. And flawed. As in, subject to making mistakes. The mistakes flying back and forth here have been thicker than killer bees at an Eagles reunion show. (one can dream)
I haven't ignored the calls for a "statement", I've merely opted to...ignore them. It's been my policy since day -1 to stand back and let the squad sort itself out. More eloquent voices than mine have always made themselves heard. (Pedrinho, how much per hour to teach me English?) There's nothing I could say that hasn't already been better said. Except, perhaps, this, "Stop acting like a bunch of Falclowns and get back to the business of plucking them." Interesting sidebar: The Falclones reportedly have a "M.O.M Hit List" and a covert edict to shoot M.O.Ms first, switch from a M.O.M's team when possible, and limit any contact with M.O.Ms. If that doesn't make you bust the buttons on your Dockers with pride I don't what will.
My point: we are not the self-important Dogfight squad that indulges in petty foolishness. We are not the humorless Dogfight squad that requires reminding of what is and isn't mature, adult behavior and interaction. We are not the Nazified Dogfight squad whose mascot member just got his first chest hair last week. We are so far from that, we are not even a Dogfight squad. We are an international internet bowling team waiting for MMORPG bowling to be introduced. Yet another curve of which we are ahead. Of.
The finer point of my point: Brian Strachan broke his back. RiC0's little girl had surgery. Ronnie Biggs is stationed in the Middle East training combat troops some of whom just got their first chest hair last week. "But gee Wally, I'm really worried about the definition of spawn-killing." Gimme a W. Gimme a T. Gimme a F. What does that spell? K-e-e-p t-h-i-s m-o-n-k-e-y-s-h-*-t i-n p-e-r-s-p-e-c-t-i-v-e.
I love you guys so much it's going to sadden me deeply when I have to kill every third one of you for falconian conduct unbecoming a M.O.M.
NOW THEN...
M.O.M is Subdividing!
In April M.O.M, the squad so big they had to M it twice, will be partitioned into "Flights". Each Flight will consist of between 4 and 12 members and will be themed on the basis of...you tell me. Do you want to be Flight Mates with fellow members in your relative neck of the world? Are there M.O.Ms with whom you have a "special bond" we don't want to know about? Complimentary playing styles? Want to be in the M.O.M flight with all the hottest chicks, like killer bees at an Eagles show? Let me know. Keep in mind, when Time Travel and Squad Wars are launched this will be the "line", like a National Hockey League team has lines, that you'll play on/with. In addition to the squad logo your Flight will have its own badge and superficially clever motto. Because superficial cleverness is what we're all about here at M.O.M.
I told you big, exciting changes were coming to M.O.M, didn't I? Well...instead, you get this. Get in line to get Lined up!
"Hey Wally, I found these raisins in my pocket. Y'think they're still good?"
"Gosh Beave, you're such a dope...those aren't raisins, they're falcon droppings."
"Oh...okay. So...are they still good?"
I think I make my point.