I've never quite understood the purpose of this 'Ignore Button' and therefore not even bothered to discover exactly where it resides.
Surely one can pass over stuff one feels is wholly wrong/silly or instead respond with an alternative view, if he/she is so inclined.
I'd always assumed an internet forum is supposed to be about an exchange of ideas and viewpoints which might prevent all of us (and hopefully one or two in particular!) from remaining in blissful "ignorance" in the first place?
However, back on topic and as this is St Andrews Day, I think it may be appropriate to highlight the last two verses of Burns' Ode To A Mouse which probably best reflect some members' inner thoughts on the State of the Parties as 2015 General Election looms and their respective and quite unattainable promises to the people ...
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e’e.
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!
Surely one can pass over stuff one feels is wholly wrong/silly or instead respond with an alternative view, if he/she is so inclined.
I'd always assumed an internet forum is supposed to be about an exchange of ideas and viewpoints which might prevent all of us (and hopefully one or two in particular!) from remaining in blissful "ignorance" in the first place?
However, back on topic and as this is St Andrews Day, I think it may be appropriate to highlight the last two verses of Burns' Ode To A Mouse which probably best reflect some members' inner thoughts on the State of the Parties as 2015 General Election looms and their respective and quite unattainable promises to the people ...
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e’e.
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!
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