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?

Indeed, 'tis a superbe invention, and I thoroughly recommend the 500 metre high club...

I see, Mimi, that you remain a thoroughgoing French trollope. I would ask you to remember the innocence of dear young plant-fondling Gibbon, her condition aside, and moderate yourself accordingly. I would suggest a bromide rather than a tisane, Madame.

Sorry gals, I am transfixed by the horrors of the second miami vice thread.... For someone who thinks AIBU is mean, she can sure dole out the jawdropping bitchery...

Now, back to trolling trollopping

Oooo I must slip sideways and peer in yon Miami hall, verily she fascinates me...

Am I too late? Have I missed the dear Hully and Gibbon's flit?

Will they allow me to accompany them in my compromised state?

Thank fuck for firefox, or I might never have made it!

Tether! Huzzah huzzah!

We have agreed to accompany the French Fancy to her villa, for a brush with the lightly-clads, but we are wary of her silken words. Keep an ear at large for any hint of treachery.

Two compromised ladies in a balloon, one French Fancy and little me. Oh la!

ladeez, I am afraid you must all jump on the scales, there is a weight restriction when flying over Paree...

Aha! I knew there would be some sort of French trickery hidden amongst her petticoats...but what can it be?

You must always look your best! There eez no excuse for letting yourself go! Eef you do, you will never find a bon homme and keep 'im!

Trout? Moi?

(Oy Hully! Someone has taken you literally on the vegetarian wedding thread pmsl. You are a very naughty internet sprite. Tsk.)

(Sorry, everyone, as you were).

(Hey Bibs. What do you mean? I am always utterly sincere..am v impressed you knew where to find me..)

Ladies, and I do not include you Mimi, we must ready ourselves for our forthcoming sojourn overseas. Clean petticoats and sal volatile. Take no notice of that Mimi and her guile. We will stand firm at the prow of the balloon and ignore the peasants howling the Marseillaise beneath.

Footman, fetch my valise!

ahem, again, I say, how do you plan to take my balloon and stay at my villa without moi?

Oh Mimi dear, what can you mean? We don't plan to take your balloon! The very idea!Are we not to be your guests?

Ah ha! This is one of the "Threads I'm On" (about 900 posts ago). Couldn't lose you even if I wanted to dearest spritely literal literary Hully .

There may well be room in the basket, Bibs dear. Mimi would just have to weigh you and you would have to wear something more fitting. And a hat.

I must weigh you all both going aboard and demounting of ze balloon, in case you 'ave been secretly scoffing the calorific 'ot air....any gain in zee kilos could spell disastre! Eef not for our voyage, most certainly for your acceptance into polite society a Nice!

Oh no! If weighing is afoot I must away.

Et, may I say?, don't be mean to our leetel teeny tiny Parisienne ami. Le Mamansnet would be un tres plus boring place sans les noisetters commes Anna, non? .

gentle teasing, gentle teasing....

As I am with child I may weigh more than usual, for usually I weigh exactly the same, to the ounce I must add.

I see tethers has joined us once more!! hurrrraahhhh!!

Ladeeez! Let us away!

come, come, I have champagne and chalk for the pregnant ones, you shall give birth in the balmy climes of Provence, and there are many lovely new plants to be caressed also!

Liberte! Egalite! Sororite!

Will there be cheese when we get there?

Oh la!

la fromage! Zut!

You 'ave not lived until you have sampled the glorious cheeses of la belle France!

Tender little goats cheeses, made freshly the day before, spread upon a warm freshly made baguette, and slightly more mature ones, with a tang of heaven - zen we have the glorious, nutty harder cheeses of the pyranees...and ze soft melting fromage from ze Northern Climes...did I mention Cantal? ah dis donc! ze melting ecstacy of cantal wiz sauted potatoes, garlic and 'erbs!

mwah!

You desire cheese? Oh, my little mouse, your tiny mind will be blown!

Marvellous. I like a cheese that will blur my vision. I'm in!

I 'ave my own petit Trianon beside the villa, we may don expensive copies of milkmaid's attire and flit prettily from playing with scrubbed by footmen gaily skipping young animals to supping on wild strawberries gathered by the local youth...