There was a story we had to read in the second grade… a little yarn in one of those giant glossy, hard-bound books filled with tales in large print we had to enunciate during class. Why I remember it clear as day, I can’t say for certain, other than I have a very long memory that spans into the earliest years of my life, clear as day in many ways, completely blurry in specifics. Maybe it was the moral of the story that stood out, but I couldn’t tell you who wrote it, what it was called or give any real duplication of it but what follows:
The story was about a family (Puerto Rican maybe) with three generations living in the household. The grandmother made some soup or stew on special occasions, and one day she decided to make it.
Mmmmmm…. [whatever] Soup
As she was preparing the ingredients in the morning, the father saw her working and knew what was coming. He expressed his excitement that the [whatever] soup was for dinner, but had a special request:
Perhaps she could put in less spices, maybe hold the salt.
She said “OK, I can do that”. So he says thanks and goes to work.
Later that morning, the mother passes through doing whatever and says
“We use too many potatoes, could you try making it without them?”
Gram Gram says OK, I’ll do that just for you. The mother leaves to milk cows or whatever she does.
Later, big sister passes through on the way to do whatever… play dominoes or some shit… and sees the [whatever] soup is on. She is delighted at what’s on the menu and asks of her abuela:
“Could you maybe not make that with [whatever meat] this time?”
Gam gam says “Of course…. I will make it without the [whatever meat], just for you”
Then the little brother passes through on his way to play stick ball or whatever the fuck he was doing and says “Yaaay! [Whatever] soup is my favorite!”
“Could you maybe not add the onions, though?They make me cry like a bitch…”
“OK” Granny says, “I’ll hold the onion so you don’t cry like a bitch”
Finally, the family is off doing whatever the fuck they do in the story which details like what the conversation or soup was I can’t remember…. And the granny makes soup and gets the table ready and everyone comes home, starving for some [whatever] soup. When they’re all at the table, she fills all their bowls and sits down and they all start to eat…
“Granny” they all begin to say, “There is something wrong…”
Granny asks what…
“Our soup is just hot water!”
To which Grandma replies:
“Well, that is the soup that makes all of you happy, so enjoy your dinner you pack of in-gracious, selfish fucking curs!”
(OK, so maybe not so harsh, but something to that effect.)
What am I, Colma Rising, the Jefe Magnifico, Muy Guapo, y Fuerte, getting at?
The Burning Platform is a one-of-a-kind website. Most regulars, and I suspect even a large volume of lurkers undoubtedly find it, in a way, addictive if not highly entertaining and informative.
The Administrator and others have referred to it a a “wild west” site where most anything goes…. which is true to an extent…. but that isn’t the sole reason why it’s such a cult success.
Some see it as a tool for economic insights and contrarian angles on such.
Some see it as an alternative news outlet.
Some see it as a forum for their thoughts and ideas.
Some see it as a great place to argue for argument’s sake
Some see it as so much more…
Well, sometimes people see The Burning Platform as their own personal outlet and often express “I don’t like this material” or “This poster is bad for the site” or “I want to leave because of so-and-so’s comments” or “boo hoo waaaaah waaaaah I’m a blubbering baby and that offends me”…
By now I hope you all get my point. The Burning Platform is a favorite of many people because of what The Burning Platform is. It is an uncommon recipe that many find to be their favorite supper. If you don’t like something about it, you can tell the Great Granny Of TBP the Admin to hold that specific ingredient to tailor the site to your tastes…. But for your own sake, you had secretly hope he doesn’t change a thing.
One day you might log on and find that we’re all being served a nice steaming bowl of water.
Because at the end of the day, this site is the forum for which The Administrator posts his work. Every other aspect of The Burning Platform is periphery…. the side effects of his idea, his sweat, his decision on who will contribute, how the comment section is governed and what the TBP soup tastes like is up to him.
So quit your blubbering, children, and take your medicine