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

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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?

Oh sweet Pag! you did not mention me! Am I so vile and unworthy?

I shall take myself to the attic where there shall be much wailing and gnashing of teeth.

My poorly daughter has taken all my strength...I cannot cope with the pain of rejection!

I decided to avoid the attic, I got cold feet when I heard the awful screaming.

Isn't Father Brown a dear for coming to help so willingly. I do hope he is well prepared.

Father, have you drawn the pentacle? Excellent. And I see you have the instruction booklet to hand, The Exorcist. This is most encouraging. If only the others would hurry back. Dear Gibbon is around and at hand, she is eagr to begin, I believe she is donning special apparel.

What is that? There is a human form prostrate by the ha ha. Who can it be? There seems to be a good deal of red fluid about it.

Hie thee to the ha ha, footman, I fear dark deeds have befallen one of our number. We must pray Lydia and Gerald have not managed to reassume animate matter.

It has been said by many a visitor to my father that I am a rather accomplished young lady on the piano. I could jolly Father Brown along with a tune or two?

I do hope dear tether is faring well, the last I saw her she was doing remarkably well at a thrilling game of hopscotch with a rather handsome stranger.

Oh Gibbon! Play for Father, play. Tinkle those ivories.

A handsome stranger? How odd. Who could it have been?

Ha, I have finally escaped from the chamber where the dastardly Hully has had me confined! The sound of hopscotch stone adroitly pitched has awoke me.

But soft! What is this spectral form that noiselessly approaches?

"I will upstairs to see how dear Mr Rochester is faring." Misread that last word

Ah Princess you seem to have woken in fine form! Do stay a while, perchance you could accompany my tinkling with your harp?

With the atmosphere within the hall as it is I feel it would be wise that we play uplifting tunes. As they say 'music hath powers to soothe the savage breast'

Cristina, pray tell what did you read that word as?

Cristina, I know not what you mean!

We are just awaiting to be astonished by your latest turn of plot!

Meanwhile, have a glass of sherry and a

You're in good form tonight

Madame Gibbon, are you back to the lace-making? (A difficult feat to achieve while at the same time playing the pianoforte, I grant you.)

But perhaps your lace is designed, Rapunzel-like, to stretch from drawing room to moat when we two shall escape from this place of dread and doom?

You might throw this cunning net when next we hear the bellow of Hully and her Rochester, and glimpse the whetted knife that may foretell our doom?

Or perhaps we have to think again, as that dratted Minty ghost is bound to get in the way with her bloody 'wooooooooooooo'. Not to mention Tethers throwing her hopscotch stone spanner in the works.

Tethers, this is no moment for moaning or fainting!

Pull yourself together (or perhaps just pull Mr R's bellend - erm, not sure where I'm going here).

Let's make good our escape while Hully's beady eye is otherwise engaged.

But perhaps we'll just limp down to the wine cellar...

What mischief has been afoot within this hallowed hall? I see signs of Satanic debauch and no mistake. What is this heap of half clothed bodies, prostrate and snoring, and who has procured these bottles of ancient grape and slung them about so carelessly?

I fear there have been unseemly revels. And what is this? OH me! Tis the Father's cassock!

I'll wager that Princessa is at the bottom of this..yes, I spy her monstrous foot, so cruelly deformed, protuding from the bottom of the bodies.

But why did dear Gibbon succumb? I fear malice in the stirrup cup, perchance she drugged them all. All except dear Tether, now bandaged and resting in her chamber.

It has been a sorry night. I shall not try to rouse them, but when they stir abreast, we must repair to the chapel for penance most sorrowful.

And, oh! What have they done with dear Mr Rochester? Will these shocks never cease?

In the name of all that is good and holy my poor head! Oh the pain!

I fear I am losing my mind, the last thing I remember was being seated at the piano?

Though I do have a vague recollection of wine being taken and music hall songs being sung?

Oh dear sweet Lord, I feel quite unwell

I hear dear Gibbon's heavy tread upon the stair. I shall wait for her to compose herself before demanding an account.

Good morning, Gibbon dear. How pale you look. You are quite out of countenance.

I wonder if you can account for that heap of half naked bodies that lies in yonder corner? And perhaps explain the whereabouts of dear Mr Rochester?

In your own time.

Erm, well...

Last I recall is being given a rather large glass of wine by the unusually amiable princess...

Hah! I knew it was her! Despite her insistence on seventeen matresses on her bed, she is no more of royal lineage than Gerald.

Father Brown tells me that exorcisms work best with human sacrifice. Lend me a hand dear Gibbon, and we will truss up the so-called Princessa and use her to help dear Miss Minty back to the light.

Surely dear Father will stir soon.

And Mr Rochester? I am most anxious as to his condition.

Oh darling Hully, I feel quite ashamed.

Of course I am here to help in any way I can.

I must retire to my chamber to freshen up and change this dress of debauchery to something more fitting to the lady I once was

We will need fortitude Gibbon, fortitude. You away to change and I shall truss the Princessa with her own malformed stockings. We will regroup anon.