The solution is simple, folks. We need a Volunteer. Some unselfish soul, with plenty of free time, who can follow Shambles around and "protect" his thread titles, postings, etc. Someone who will send him endless PMs assuring him of their undying and ever-constant vigilance, on his behalf. Someone whom we all know and trust who can attest to the veracity of all which Shambles utters. The Volunteer would be on the fast track to sainthood AND perhaps be good for the soul of Shambles as well, through bringing peace and reassurance in place of delusional paranoia.

As to Vintage Mudcat,no one is deprived. One need only set back the filter to ALL and hang onto their hats as they travel back in time and space to the early days of the unknown frontier...where one may find precious and early discussions and sharings of obscure old tunes and lyrics; creative and hilarious confabs of "what if the hokey-pokey IS what it's all about?" and a whole lot more filled with all kinds of bitching, and pissing, and moaning, but more creative and never as repetitious and boring as now.

So hike up yer trousers/skirts/whathaveyou, and start stompin' those grapes...you'll be transported before ya know it to Immortal Times of the Mudcat thanks to Max and his wonderful machines!