We are all familiar with a couple of adages, the first that comes to mind would be that all good things must come to an end. Unfortunately, a more appropriate adage would be something akin to how my participation in the PL culture of strip clubs and the subsequent participation in TUSCL is ending not with a bang, but with a whimper.
There is no individual user or failure of the site's Founder that has really been key in gelling this decision for me. It feels like an accumulation of circumstances and disillusionment makes this feel right.
I am old enough to remember $5 topless dances, $10 nude table dances, and $20 lap dances as the standard at almost every club in America. Drinks were overpriced and often included minimum purchase as cover, but that is true at any entertainment venue. Now everything is overpriced, with almost no value given in return. Dancers get pissy when you ask for a table dance, many stage dances don't even involve her taking off her clothes, and each lap dance is the cost of a tank gas. It may almost be cheaper to take a family of four to a day outing at Disney World than to spend a night enjoying yourself in a strip club. The quality of the dancers is often almost as unattractive as the same guts, rolls, and cellulite you see on almost every sunburnt tourist in central Florida as well. Nothing crystallizes the diminishing value of the dollar and absent ROI of our discretionary income as wallet-gouging of the modern-day strip club.
This gets harder to admit as I continue, but I have also grown disillusioned with the stance I have previously taken in the political discourse forum. Making America Great Again does not include a new endless war without a clear mission in as historically notorious a quagmire as Iran. I am more worried about public safety than I can explain as the TSA and CBP remains shut down. Florida is a border state that is historically porous, and we could be the entry point for any number of bad actors radicalized by the current war on an influential Muslim country and infamous attacks on well-runded narco-states south of the border. We need to reopen the DHS and resume paychecks for the agents and officers which keep us safe. Funding any particular group or policy can be negotiated separately. A tank of gas costs more than any single lap dance (wasn't always this way), which is only one symptom of runaway inflation which is only one symptom of what has become a national affordability crisis.
Finally, I am tired of fighting. I am tired of shitting on other posters because they came to the realizations I just wrote sooner than I did. I do not know whether it's egg on my face, or eating crow or humble pie or even humble crow pie, but I can no longer honestly defend a dysfunctional approach to governance or online discourse. A name change and this somewhat lengthy retraction of most of my posting history will do nothing to wash away years of bad blood, ill will, and needlessly malicious flame wars. After a long night of contemplation, I have decided that it is time to ask Founder to help me wish you all a Happy Fool's Day!
I still love titties, beer, and sexy young nubiles and sexy MILFy baddies. I make enough money that even after disposable income and saving away for the future that I can buy as many VIP rooms as I want. Living paycheck-to-paycheck or hand-to-mouth is completely foreign to me. If you cannot budget or live within your means, that is your problem and you have only yourself to blame. I believe in Making America Great Again, in holding the line against the liberal and leftist anti-America policies and their hateful woke rhetoric, and using our status as the pre-eminent military to ensure that or enemies cannot ever reach the strength necessary to challenge us or our foreign policy. The democrat policy of hurting Americans to benefit illegal alien criminals is flat-wrong and should be prosecuted as treason. Finally, I regret nothing. The ignorance and deceit spewed by the leftists and libs of TUSCL cannot go unanswered. I changed posting handles for fun and to celebrate the passage of some of our worst former posters. I am not going anywhere.
Perfect.