Greetings to Everyone!
After more than a year of doing all I can from my end and having some private conversations with moderators and Mouser, I now have been given leave by our overseers to take my appeal to the masses. It is not that I needed their collective permission, but that it was my desire to exhaust every available option to compromise all the way to where I could go no further without eroding the core of my person and purpose. I am persuaded that it was my commitment to maintaining harmony at Cody's Home and my love for our DC community members that has provoked the leadership to encourage me to express my concerns in the open forum. I am honored by this. It confirms to me that my intent is devoid of selfish ambition that would manipulate others for its own narcissistic ends. So with that disclaimer and endorsement I submit my case.
Unfortunately, my aforementioned limit has now presented itself and I am faced with a terrible dilemma. The dilemma is...
On one hand... I have come to love this community. I have felt at home here. I came here because there was a special spark that made the coding alive. In my experience, I have found no other computing forum where every bug is pursued by a relentless posse until succinctly squished by such a cerebral and compassionate community. My coding skills and system thought processes have grown quickly and substantially greater in my participation. I anticipate greater growth is yet to come. I have even found a sense of my own vicarious exultation when one of our members succeeds!
On the other hand... The environment has degraded to where I am vexed with ever increasing frequency by the profanity and graphic content that is so accepted in the threads and is so distasteful to me.
Let me share a hypothetical example...
So, I am needful of finding out if others share my vexation or if I am a relic of a by-gone day and not compatible with the community at large. Now that you know my thoughts, what are your thoughts?
After more than a year of doing all I can from my end and having some private conversations with moderators and Mouser, I now have been given leave by our overseers to take my appeal to the masses. It is not that I needed their collective permission, but that it was my desire to exhaust every available option to compromise all the way to where I could go no further without eroding the core of my person and purpose. I am persuaded that it was my commitment to maintaining harmony at Cody's Home and my love for our DC community members that has provoked the leadership to encourage me to express my concerns in the open forum. I am honored by this. It confirms to me that my intent is devoid of selfish ambition that would manipulate others for its own narcissistic ends. So with that disclaimer and endorsement I submit my case.
Unfortunately, my aforementioned limit has now presented itself and I am faced with a terrible dilemma. The dilemma is...
On one hand... I have come to love this community. I have felt at home here. I came here because there was a special spark that made the coding alive. In my experience, I have found no other computing forum where every bug is pursued by a relentless posse until succinctly squished by such a cerebral and compassionate community. My coding skills and system thought processes have grown quickly and substantially greater in my participation. I anticipate greater growth is yet to come. I have even found a sense of my own vicarious exultation when one of our members succeeds!
On the other hand... The environment has degraded to where I am vexed with ever increasing frequency by the profanity and graphic content that is so accepted in the threads and is so distasteful to me.
Let me share a hypothetical example...
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Let's say that I have found a local meeting place that is not advertised as a bar, but a common place of association. When I first arrived, I sensed no smoke and no bottles were visible on the nicely rafted shelves and the general appointments were most pleasing to the senses. A delicious aroma wafts up to my nose and I am anticipating sharing a sumptious dining experience with an admirable and congenial group of folks. I am taken in ambush by my heart to gather all these people in without reserve. I find myself a willing victim of this coronary onslaught. After some more meals shared between us and my sense of being home is now set in,
I arrive one evening to discover a couple of whiskey bottles , their levels lowered due to being dispensed into various shots. Beer mugs also are now present with thier white-headed yellow contents, some being illuminated from behind as the setting sun pierces through the slits in the shades. "Hmmm... " I think to myself. "this is a new wrinkle," but as I was so warmly allowed to enter their ranks I can not find it in myself to criticize. I even offer my services as a dedicated driver so the integrity of thier safety will not be compromised. In the process of learning of these new surroundings, I discover other rooms with other attributes and like the alcohol, while it is not my preference, I still can hold in higher esteem the greater character of my new friends. Unfortunately, when I return to my accustomed theatre, I sense the smell of cigar and cigarette smoke. Now, I have a dilemma. If I remain, I will suffer as my respiratory health will suffer, but how can I leave such a nurturing place? I can't, so I acquire an invisible breathing filter at significant personal cost which I can adjust to my needs. It works successfully for the present and I can still dine on the most satisfying cuisine. I also am made aware by the host and some of the others that I was really missed while I was gone for a time and that it was really good having me back. Indeed the absence of my contribution had left a noticable hole. I had never been aware that I counted that much. It felt good!
As time progressed and with some particular instances the quantity and quality of the now smoke-filled rooms had grown to the point of overpowering my invisible filter. My respiratory health was being adversely affected. After discussing my plight with the storekeeper, I was advised to let them know how the environment was harming me and to have confidence that they knew me, cared for me and would do what they could to make some accomodation for my needs. I agreed and on the next occasion I submitted that I loved them dearly and was keenly aware that there was mutual benefit to be had, but that as a non-smoker, it had become untennable for me to remain iin the present environment as it would eventually remove me anyway as my health failed even if I tried to stay. I waited for their response.
Please note that the references to drinking and smoking are not intended to be character judgements. They were used to offer an unreconcilable juxtaposition. Lastly, Thank you for taking the time to read my short story.
I arrive one evening to discover a couple of whiskey bottles , their levels lowered due to being dispensed into various shots. Beer mugs also are now present with thier white-headed yellow contents, some being illuminated from behind as the setting sun pierces through the slits in the shades. "Hmmm... " I think to myself. "this is a new wrinkle," but as I was so warmly allowed to enter their ranks I can not find it in myself to criticize. I even offer my services as a dedicated driver so the integrity of thier safety will not be compromised. In the process of learning of these new surroundings, I discover other rooms with other attributes and like the alcohol, while it is not my preference, I still can hold in higher esteem the greater character of my new friends. Unfortunately, when I return to my accustomed theatre, I sense the smell of cigar and cigarette smoke. Now, I have a dilemma. If I remain, I will suffer as my respiratory health will suffer, but how can I leave such a nurturing place? I can't, so I acquire an invisible breathing filter at significant personal cost which I can adjust to my needs. It works successfully for the present and I can still dine on the most satisfying cuisine. I also am made aware by the host and some of the others that I was really missed while I was gone for a time and that it was really good having me back. Indeed the absence of my contribution had left a noticable hole. I had never been aware that I counted that much. It felt good!
As time progressed and with some particular instances the quantity and quality of the now smoke-filled rooms had grown to the point of overpowering my invisible filter. My respiratory health was being adversely affected. After discussing my plight with the storekeeper, I was advised to let them know how the environment was harming me and to have confidence that they knew me, cared for me and would do what they could to make some accomodation for my needs. I agreed and on the next occasion I submitted that I loved them dearly and was keenly aware that there was mutual benefit to be had, but that as a non-smoker, it had become untennable for me to remain iin the present environment as it would eventually remove me anyway as my health failed even if I tried to stay. I waited for their response.
Please note that the references to drinking and smoking are not intended to be character judgements. They were used to offer an unreconcilable juxtaposition. Lastly, Thank you for taking the time to read my short story.

So, I am needful of finding out if others share my vexation or if I am a relic of a by-gone day and not compatible with the community at large. Now that you know my thoughts, what are your thoughts?




) but I didn't see how the example explained what you think has happened to DC.











, that doesn't offend me personally but that I worry offend or cause discomfort in others.
