(PS> my apologies for the length of this... as usual when someone has a knack for great writing, once I started I just kept the flow going)
As one of the elders & first creators of this august group of gentlemen, let us now hang our heads and remember the good times we had with bama_gator. He was a grand ol’ guy in his day. Some envied him (but they were his relatives). He certainly wasn’t perfect — no angel at all... stinkin' spuat fan to the end. But he did his best to keep us tickled at the occasional show of wit & humor and did his best to overcome the faulty genetics passed down to him.
Today he is no more … his light extinguished by the Trumpitis disease which ate him from the inside out. He abandoned his own decades long principles... sold out to a raving group of RINOs who also suffered from Trumpitis and offered empty promises from those self-dealing politicians and corrupt special interests that wantonly prostitute themselves.
I’ve watched it happen as an interested bystander, and I’m just as guilty as anyone viewing his downfall w/o offering the money needed for psychiatric help. I feel a pang of grief that I didn't do more when his mental demise was clearer than the vacant look in dementia Joe's thousand-yard stare. I mistakenly thought logic & reason (along with my Xboard brethren that had been together for decades) might somehow help him on the road to recovery, alas… not to be. He slowly devolved before our very eyes.
We sat by while he became a petulant and narcissistic buffoon with a fifth-grade vocabulary, a wife-beater’s temperament with a loose grasp on truth and knowledge; turning into a lying, duplicitous and conniving chameleon, our hopes were dashed that he could be cured of his OMB syndrome via our caring and loving posts of encouragement.
Scrutinizing just how much of a loser liberal he became was remarkable! Worthy of a double-blind, placebo-controlled study to show how a self-proclaimed conservative can actually morph into a woke, preferred pronoun ‘expand the nanny state’ has-been once infected with the hatred of all things Trump.
Gator teetering on the edge of sanity was like watching a train wreck in slow motion… we couldn’t help ourselves from looking all the while incredulous that a once, seemingly normal man could waste away before our very eyes.
Once the midnight to 3:00am rants started, we knew it was just a matter of time. The hypocrisy and self-righteous indignation… using terms like ‘wait for it’, ‘predicated’, ‘… as I said’ led down the path for him to actually vote for a party that is completely inept at economics and is steering America toward a socialism where no one works, and everyone has their hand out. Utter doom and destruction of this once great nation be dammed… at least ‘Trumpsky’ is out of office.
But that wasn’t enough to cure gator of this regrettable disorder. OMB-syndrome did not give up its hold on the small portion of gray matter that existed in his tiny cerebrum, and he left us before his time.
Lastly, the poet A.E. Housman once wrote:
Now you will not swell the rout, of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran, and the name died before the man.
Sadly, gator’s name has died before the man. However, we gather one last time to offer our respect to what we remember as a decent if not flawed fellow…
R.I.P gator.... we'll miss you.
As one of the elders & first creators of this august group of gentlemen, let us now hang our heads and remember the good times we had with bama_gator. He was a grand ol’ guy in his day. Some envied him (but they were his relatives). He certainly wasn’t perfect — no angel at all... stinkin' spuat fan to the end. But he did his best to keep us tickled at the occasional show of wit & humor and did his best to overcome the faulty genetics passed down to him.
Today he is no more … his light extinguished by the Trumpitis disease which ate him from the inside out. He abandoned his own decades long principles... sold out to a raving group of RINOs who also suffered from Trumpitis and offered empty promises from those self-dealing politicians and corrupt special interests that wantonly prostitute themselves.
I’ve watched it happen as an interested bystander, and I’m just as guilty as anyone viewing his downfall w/o offering the money needed for psychiatric help. I feel a pang of grief that I didn't do more when his mental demise was clearer than the vacant look in dementia Joe's thousand-yard stare. I mistakenly thought logic & reason (along with my Xboard brethren that had been together for decades) might somehow help him on the road to recovery, alas… not to be. He slowly devolved before our very eyes.
We sat by while he became a petulant and narcissistic buffoon with a fifth-grade vocabulary, a wife-beater’s temperament with a loose grasp on truth and knowledge; turning into a lying, duplicitous and conniving chameleon, our hopes were dashed that he could be cured of his OMB syndrome via our caring and loving posts of encouragement.
Scrutinizing just how much of a loser liberal he became was remarkable! Worthy of a double-blind, placebo-controlled study to show how a self-proclaimed conservative can actually morph into a woke, preferred pronoun ‘expand the nanny state’ has-been once infected with the hatred of all things Trump.
Gator teetering on the edge of sanity was like watching a train wreck in slow motion… we couldn’t help ourselves from looking all the while incredulous that a once, seemingly normal man could waste away before our very eyes.
Once the midnight to 3:00am rants started, we knew it was just a matter of time. The hypocrisy and self-righteous indignation… using terms like ‘wait for it’, ‘predicated’, ‘… as I said’ led down the path for him to actually vote for a party that is completely inept at economics and is steering America toward a socialism where no one works, and everyone has their hand out. Utter doom and destruction of this once great nation be dammed… at least ‘Trumpsky’ is out of office.
But that wasn’t enough to cure gator of this regrettable disorder. OMB-syndrome did not give up its hold on the small portion of gray matter that existed in his tiny cerebrum, and he left us before his time.
Lastly, the poet A.E. Housman once wrote:
Now you will not swell the rout, of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran, and the name died before the man.
Sadly, gator’s name has died before the man. However, we gather one last time to offer our respect to what we remember as a decent if not flawed fellow…
R.I.P gator.... we'll miss you.
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