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Let me help.
In the beginning, Al Gore created the internet. The internet was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the spirit of John R was hovering over the face of the waters, being that he had not yet created small boy scouts.
And John R said, "Let there be site", and there was site. And John R saw that the site was good. And John R separated the site into forums, to keep the plug builders away from the paying customers. And there were good forums, and there was the Grumpy Old Farts forum.
And John R said, "Let there be posters from the midst of the waters, and let us separate the BSers from the bsers". And so it was. The best BSers were called moderators, and the smaller bsers posters.
And JohnR said "Let the waters under the heavens be gathered into spots, and let owned rocks appear". And so it was. Spot burning appeared, and one spot was burned so harshly that John R said "Let this be the canal". And it was not so good.
And John R said, "Let the site sprout fruit" and plug fisherman showed. "And let the site sprout dirt" and the eel guys showed up. "And let the site sprout scum" and the Franklin guys showed up. And each brought forth opinion, each according to its own kind. And John R saw that it was good, not the opinion, but the traffic it generated.
And John R said "Let there be sponsors to keep the lights on". And so it was. And these really nice guys showed up. And Salty, too.
And JohnR said, "Let the waters swarm with great sea creatures, and fat guys in wetsuits as long as it was dark and no one is looking". And John R saw that it was good, and said "Be fruitful and multiply" which in the off season they did which seriously cramped their fishing style.
And then John R said, "Let us make fishermen in our image, after our likeness, and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that is out after 2 am". But the fish didn't listen, nobody wanted to look as bad as the other guys, and the only creeping things out there at 2 am were other losers like Sauerkraut. At which point GOD said " Dear, this is getting entirely out of hand. Shut off the computer and go rake the yard, my family is coming and we need to take them all to dinner".
So John R saw all that he had made and it was good, bad, and ugly. And he said "I'm too tired to fix this mess" so he drank a beer and rested.
Give thanks and rejoyce.
Alleluia
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bravo George 
give him a rubber storm and send him down the beach.
Hybrid Mode
