Hey there -
We don't have an area we discuss things, and I figure most mods are here so we can just note this, NOTHING pointed at anyone specific.
I also think public discussions keep things from seeming cryptic.
1st and foremost, I wanna say I appreciate you folks that moderate streams. I can't and stream so you doing that save me a lot of frustration. I want that expressed and clearly.
One thing that I've seen however, is a lot of argument over moderating decisions between mods on stream.
Obviously, I want you to have your own opinions on thing. The mod arguments though on this specifically, moderating, aren't good for a few reason. Publicly, a unified face keeps idiots from winning and also - we are all on the same side. Privately, I can think of a few ways to solve issues. People can either just fix stuff or they can ask me. That way there's no argument or lingering issue and I'm not siding with or against anyone. I'm just clarifying. I can also add a few senior mods to answer stuff or help with decisions and crushing anything. Whatever works.
I appreciate and value you all too. You help and I don't want anyone reading anything negative here. It's the opposite. If there's an issue, there's an answer and the answer keeps stuff from being a long running problem.
Robbie goes on an expletive filled attack on the former mod Kimmy complete with threats.
The words fall from her mouth as she opens to speak ‘her truth’ like they are balls of wet chicken skin left out too long in a holler heatwave.
She swallows hard for another excitin’ (?) free-for-all night of discontent that flows freely from her flea veins, thick as sorghum syrup and twice as sticky.
She is vile; she is worked up once again as she winds up her narrative to feed the Wallowers and Followers, like a coon dog bayin’ at the moon for scraps.
She soon lets everyone know that Goober Gay-be is just “goody” in his 8x10 jail cell.
(Goody? What is she, 12? Lord have mercy, next she’ll be callin’ the jailers “Mister Policeman.”)
shudder
She quickly doubles down that the courts “did not offer Jeremy that property” and pounds home that she tells the truth, not Jeremy, poundin’ it harder than a blacksmith on an anvil with a grudge.
Fleasa complains that TUG made a post sayin’ she was in deep doo-doo now for lettin’ the cat out of the bag and compromisin’ any “talks” that were in the works.
She claims, “I actually talked to the lawyer today, and it’s not a secret, and I thought it was.”
She shifts her weight and spits out, “But I...
