I was younger and far more innocent, full of the joy and aspirations of youth, hoping against hope that Mother would succeed. Oh, for those long-lost days of yesteryear, when I would blithely log on, a smile full of the promises of the future upon my boyish face. Oh, my lost youth! Oh, to recover and live again those days of yore! Little do we know when we dribble them away that we are dribbling away our lives, that our futures are being so unconcernedly frittered away in wine, in song, in the pleasures of the moment, with never a thought for the future. But no, not I! I was concerned, even then, for MOAB, for Mother's future. And so I posted, sharing with others my concerns for the future. But all the rest of you, given up as you are to dissipation and revelry, wallowing in disgusting lusts and sating your animal appetites, drinking and wenching or knaving without a thought to Mother's future, couldn't have cared less. NAY, I say! Me? The only one who cared? Eat crow? NAY, I say again! For it is written in Matthew 18:18 that I need not do so!

So there. Nyah.