If you have been reading here awhile you are probably aware that every once in awhile someone (occasionally one of the regulars) goes insane.  They start messing with me, complaining in the comments about how unfair I am or how insensitive I am or how I ought not to be doing or saying what I am saying.

Now obviously this is an attempt to control me which anyone who reads here ought to know, is not going to be possible. Not after having been raised by those Aquarian parents, are you kidding?  But somehow they get this idea they can dictate what should and should not be posted to MY blog which to me… well, as I said I just think it’s insane.

So my ex and mega Scorpio, the AMF who was a very keen man caught onto this years ago and I mean, like 4 years ago. He could see the pattern at that time and told me I needed some kind of toilet flush.

“Toilet flush?” I asked.

The AMF used to listen to talk radio all the time and he said that all the hosts were harassed from time to time. They would get someone calling in who thought they were going to hijack the show or some kind of thing and when a call like this came in the host would dump the call, play the toilet flush sound and the show would move along.  He said this happened on average once a week and the regulars like him loved it. They’d hear a caller just losing their mind and people like him would be standing by, waiting to hear the guy or gal get flushed.

He also said he was glad the host(s) had this mechanism because he did not see how the show could run smoothly without it. There is a certain level of decorum that is necessary to keep the discussion lively and provocative and when people went crazy… well you have to pull the plug or they muck up and degrade the conversation.

So now it’s several years later and this pattern on the blog has become well established.  I I equate the phenomenon to a plane going down. Someone likes me just fine. In fact they like me for years on end but then something happens (God knows what… I say something I guess) and they go off. Basically they start to hunt me which reflects my chart (Mars conjunct Mercury). They are going to kick my ass I guess.

I am not sure how they are going to do that exactly but they sure get pissed and it is always over something I feel is innocuous. Like the fact I mock being Italian for example, this is what provoked the last super public occurrence. The gal who went off had read my blog since it’s inception and then all the sudden I suck.

Hmm…

So anyway, I am not going to have a toilet flush.  I wouldn’t even consider that kind of thing, it is waaaay too gross for Libra but I do have a song I would like to play these folks so this is what I am going to do just as soon as I can.

I can’t do it just yet on account of there is no YouTube version but eventually there will be and this is what I am going to do.  And I am telling y’all this now so you can keep an eye out for these folks.

What happens is something snaps and they punch it as if they are in a car on a track. They start to careen around, gaining speed and many times shooting at the windmills simultaneously. Some of them get a grip and take a day or two off at this point, but others continue on course, racing round the track.  You can almost feel their anger and next thing you know the car spins out.

Now they can still recover at this point and many do.  It’s like a near death or something but some manage to right themselves. Maybe they go have a drink or something, I don’t know. Maybe they have a valium or they call their therapist but in whatever case, I have seen plenty recover.  Recover permanently in some cases.  Recover until the next time in other cases but anyway, some do not come out of that spin and spinning now in chaos… well this is when they are going to take my ass out. Yep.  This is the point where they get out their email.

::smiles::

Now I am not likely to be killed by an email but apparently this is not obvious.  Because here comes the mail and basically they are all the same:

“Elsa, I used to like you but now you suck. I can’t believe how much you suck. Jesus Christ, do you ever suck!

And then they go into details. The cover the length and breath and height of my suckage which I don’t actually read.  I don’t read it because it is not interesting and besides my song announcement, here is the reason I wrote all this:

It’s because I know other people suffer things in the world and I had a further breakthrough around this the other day, courtesy the soldier. I am pretty sure that if I lay this out, crafty people will be able to apply this to their lives somehow so that’s the point.   But in whatever case, I used to pay attention to which person it was that spun out. I used to pay attention because it used to be interesting..

“Jeez. I can’t believe that one bit the dust,” I would say behind the scenes. “What the hell? I’d have never expected that person to break their mind…”

See, I just don’t understand throwing yourself on a hologram knife. I am a single parent writing a blog here for Godsakes.  I am nothing more but anyway, the soldier said this with his infinite logic and math brain, never mind his training:

“A certain percentage are going to do that, P. They just are.”

I nodded.

“Yeah, it’s just a statistical fact…”

Ha ha ha.

Do you get this? A certain number of people are going to spin out on my blog.  (A certain number of people are going to flunk out of Special Forces).

Should I worry about the people who are not here? No. I am going to worry about the people who are here and never worry about the people who spin out again.

I am going to play them that song though, soon as I can find it and for the record, it’s not a mean song. On the contrary, it’s funny so we can all have a laugh, including the pissed off person provided they can find their sense of humor.