AIBU to be annoyed when I make a really good point on a thread

[SerenityNowAKABleh]

and then it's ignored, and either I have to repeat it, or then someone else comes and makes exactly the same point and everyone goes "oh yes, that's quite clever" "what a good and inciteful point" and so on. Maybe I should just type in caps?
So, AIBU?

I agree with Wal-mart.

Oh how harsh the light of morning is! It shines upon the thin red trails that snake about the empty ballroom, all that is left, I fear, of young Gerald. Mayhap the cat has devoured his tender corpse. And there, there in the corner, slumped against the wall, is poor Mr Rochester, abandoned and forgotten.

I shall fetch his devilled eggs and chivvy him to rise and dance again.

For we are alone, once more.

erm, 'scuse me love, you're not alone.

I am here, mourning the passing of dear Gerald. Not only did someone step on him but some manky cat has had his corpse away

'Oh Lydia and Gerald! How I lament how I took thee for granted!'

Gibbon!

Devilled eggs? Kedgeree? Or shall we stroll to the ha ha for some silent reflection on Gerald's passing?

It's time for Mr Rochester to be bathed, I'll just call the footman.

Deviled eggs sounds divine! I am currently penning 'an ode to rode-nts'

I shall perform it along with my expressive dance later.

I can hardly wait! I shall ensure Mr Rochester is suitably coiffed, he simply adores Eurythmy.

I lol'd in RL then

Get back to your ode. We await. Mr Rochester has gone all of a quiver.

Do I hear the light and tremulous footfall of a newcomer tiptoeing gently across the parquet?

hark, who goes there?

'tis just me heading towards front door. Am off to face the crowds as I search for those elusive perfect presents. Wish me luck, I may be gone some time.

Oh Hully - I am broken - I thought you were mine.

Darling, I will always be yours in woo, but Mr Rochester needs me, I cannot forsake him. Do stay and dance. Later we are having some eurythmy from darling Gibbon. She is most fleet of foot and delicate of arm. She had such a fetching way with the coloured scarves.

Oh Hully I will be your woo forever, but sadly I am not fleet of foot or delicate of arm. I am big or bum and heavy of foot. Maybe I can hide my bum with a scarf ?

No, I'm afraid I am going to have to throw you over. I already have a heavy footed one to contend with. Perhaps Bran might be interested?

Arse [stomps off to the atic]

Do be careful Minty darling, Mrs Rochester is in a fearful bate.

Don't worry I have my trusty bag of crystals. I will heal her of her woes.

Take care. She is particularly partial to a nice chunk of amethyst on toast. I shall venture up to check on you later. First, I am afraid Mr Rochester requires attention. He has soiled himself again.

[stomps upstairs]

[slams large wooden door]

[distant screams]

Oh dear. Mr Rochester, I fear poor demented Blanche has made short work of little Minty.

Another posset?

[distant thud as poor dear little Minty falls pale and dead to the floor]

Hully I have seen you making mischief all over MN lately. Have you had one too many Snowballs again?

Habb! How lovely to see you. You know you never did return Pablo to me, indeed I believe you forgot all about him as at one point you thought I was suggesting his name for your baby's. I kindly put it down to pregnancybrainsyndrome.

Do stay and dance. Mr Rochester is keen to try out a new quickstep he was taught by an errant Spanish blacksmith.

It won't do, Hully. I won't be fobbed off with some new-fangled dance craze. You have been a mix and you know that it will End In Tears. There is much affront in the halls of MN at your obstreperous behaviour.