Because it started out as a ghost town.
Wasn't a ghost town to begin with because folks all came over from the neighboring tumbleweed town DD thus leading it to become ghost town.. Is PFA bussling with traffic with thousands of posts like a certain forum run by a nitty miserable old fuck named Mason.. No and thank God I'm glad.. I rarely even go over there to read shit anymore because NVG is unreadable at best. Ill occasionally go read the live poker forum section with the discussions about the places around here or where I might be visiting but that's it.. I avoid four like the plague it is..
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Both Laffer and Mumbles led to its demise. We get a few more regulars like Gringo then there's a small chance of it picking up. If BNP, LEW and Sonatine decided to leave then PFA prob gets three posts per day going forward.
I've more or less accepted Laffer as almost a retarded step brother type. Mumbles is a different story. Nobody likes a smug know it all douche. Larry tried to be JSearles without the humor or intelligence. It just didn't work out for the guy.
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Larry started posting 11 months ago. Post volume hasn't changed much since then. It's been steadily declining for years.
He just made the site worse.
here's 2 examples of fake news.
DirtyB: you're a libtard. and for me, to call you a libtard, that's something. In fact, reading your shit posts in the trump thread has made me go more to the center.
Pooh: well, what can i say, other than you're full of shit. and your wife is probably a fat smug cunt who probably eats her steak well done, like you do.
"Winning is the most important thing in my life, after breathing. Breathing first, winning next."
George Steinbrenner
Pretty funny.
A) your statement/ conclusion
B) your wish
C)
The Lib on Lib on Lib violence in this thread makes me giggle.
you want to know why this place is a ghost town?
I don't wanna get off on a rant here or anything but here goes.
Poker is FUCKING DEAD. it's so dead, that we're trying to breath life back into it with every hand that's dealt across america. Every fucking time a dealer sits in the box for a down: we're giving CPR.
and it sort of has life left in it.....we feel it's pulse. it's there somewhere, but it's faint. We just keep doing chest compressions and mouth to mouth because we don't want to let go. we don't want to see apart of us die.
And I don't think it's going to die. I think it's at the end of the tunnel, but it's slowly coming back.
From the ashes, will rise the phoenix we've all been waiting for.
And that brings us to our current predicament, and the current discussion: why is PFA a ghost town?
it wasn't meant to be anything other. Poker was on life support already when Druff decided to drop this gem of a site on it.
was this the adrenalin shot it needed? maybe. maybe not. only time can tell. and in the grand scheme of things, in the 5 years this site has been around, this site is nothing but an infant. it hasn't even stopped feeding from the teet of poker society. PFA needs us, and we need it.
what keeps us logging back in every day? is it our own sadistic need to argue, or make our eyes bleed the reason we are here?
the ones that left, for whatever reason, did so on their own volition. They did so, because the sadio/maschocistic thoughts they once had left them, maybe entirely.
or maybe they'll be back when whatever potion they've taken to rid themselves of PFA wears off, and they need more fuel for their fire.
"Winning is the most important thing in my life, after breathing. Breathing first, winning next."
George Steinbrenner
all of this reminds me of this story:
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shop owner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
"Winning is the most important thing in my life, after breathing. Breathing first, winning next."
George Steinbrenner
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