Lecram

Night came early on the mountain.  I'd been working outside all day.  Between the dirt in my toes and fingernails and on my face, I was glad to be finished.  I'd been moving plants in the garden most of the afternoon.  The sun baked everything.  I was happy to go inside and shower.

Sitting down at my desk and watching the sun drop behind the mountain, I opened the Mac laptop and decided to surf.  Somehow I came upon a senior chat room and thought I would give it a try.  It was instantly friendly and welcoming.  A few nights later I went back into the chat room.  

Since I had been traveling it would be another two weeks before I went back in.  I was taken aback at how the room changed.  Sexual innuendos were tossed about like paperwork.  Nearly everyone seemed to be drinking to excess and couldn't seem to wait to talk about it.  I left the room quickly.

I didn't return for a few months.  When I did I met a couple of nice people.  The scenario repeated itself.  This time the room had moderators.  They were ill fitting people with control issues.  Chat was n't moderated well and it certainly wasn't balanced.  

Once again, I left until two months ago.  I thought I might pop back in to see if things had changed.  With the exception of one set in her ways woman, there were new moderators.  In this senior room, age 40 and up, the chatmaster allowed a thirty-one year old man from Turkey to moderate.  He was instantly friendly, PMing most of the room from what I heard.  He seemed to PM women.  I didn't mind hearing from him because he intially sounded interesting.  But that changed quickly.  

He said that no one liked him.  That they treated him with disrespect.  I was taken aback that he mentioned these folks by name.

But let's make it clear:

You are a pompous dictator who is socially inappropriate. Evil prospers when good people allow someone like you to be in charge.  All that is missing is your military uniform.