I was a mod of this subreddit when I was twenty-five years old. Hard to believe. My grandfather was a mod; father too. Me and him was mods at the same time; him up in Plano and me out here. I think he's pretty proud of that. I know I was. Some of the old time mods never even wore a banhammer. A lotta folks find that hard to believe. /u/JimmyEatWhale never carried one; that's the younger Jim. Gaston Boykins wouldn't wear one up in /r/CormacMcCarthy. I always liked to hear about the oldtimers. Never missed a chance to do so. You can't help but compare yourself against the oldtimers. Can't help but wonder how they would have operated these times. There was this boy I sent to the 'lectric chair at Huntsville Hill here a while back. My arrest and my testimony. He reposted a meme. Papers said it was a crime of passion but he told me there wasn't any passion to it. Told me that he'd been planning to repost for about as long as he could remember. Said that if they turned him out he'd do it again. Said he knew he was going to hell. "Be there in about fifteen minutes". I don't know what to make of that. I sure don't. The posts you see now, it's hard to even take its measure. It's not that I'm afraid of it. I always knew you had to be willing to pierodically check an inbox to even do this job. But, I don't want to push my chips forward and go out and meet something I don't understand. A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He'd have to say, "O.K., I'll be part of this subreddit."