I figure that rants and raves are like boogers or pet fish. They spend a little bit of time maturing after which they are admired in all their full grown glory. Unfortunately as their time in the sun wanes so does their luster. The feverish comments made in heated debate sound less intense and come further apart. Eventually what was once a diatribe worthy of the greatest of Greek philosophers is now a fizzled fart barely noticeable and worst yet, ignored. The once mighty rant or rave is now ignored as if it never stank up the place. It is ignored as if it never made tempers fly. It is ignored as if it never made loving neighbors take bitter sides.
Watching old rants and raves die is truly a sad sight. I walk the lonely halls where once busy feet paced back and forth and verbose fists picked fights in defense of their favorite rant or rave but now the rants and raves sit dejected like old POW's forgotten in a foreign land, each assigned its own neat little box in a cash strapped mainframe, waiting for that day when a wealthy investor with an eye for talent (Not a common combination.) will discover this treasure trove of folk wisdom and place them on pedestals next to viral heroes from YouTube and FaceBook.