I think, KM that what has changed is that the weirdos have been weeded out -- or weeded themselves out. Most people I think came here by mistake. We happened upon Mr. Wells by mistake. There was much more paranoia in the nearly ten years I have been here back then. There was shit ton of ludicrous bullshit but all was considered in kind. I think this is happening the web over not just here.
We are the last of the Mohicans. We know the old protocols and straddle the line, as it were, of the newer protocols of how to conduct one's self online. There should be no rules and really there aren't any, but people disconnected in a way that doesn't scale in real life and as long as we let this disconnect go on the further we will all lose track of "the plot". I am not totally "married" to RI but I am connected to a lot of people who either lurk or have left or got banned, what have you.
This shit is totally temporal and us "old timers" saw the ebbs and flows of shit. It's like the project I work on with people (on other sites) who actually are de facto members here, at least six people, they don't visit, comment or even lurk any more because of dust ups like these. They all cite that they do not like the personal arguments. I try and hold the torch to a degree because I have to. We didn't spend all this time here to fight. Hell, I fucking lost two longish term important (to me) relationships because of this place. Namely I had kooky ideas in a world that doesn't care for much speculation. Most people want shit to be set in stone yet also open to ideas. So RI became my place. In the middle of the night how do you explain to someone what it is you had just read or what you just wrote and why you're not in bed yet? Then you gotta google it, drill down on the history of shit. I wouldn't trade it back. I just wish people would understand that having curiosity takes time!
There's only so much one can do in a day.
When I venture out I always remind myself that everyone around me has worries, hang-ups -- shit that's none of my business. It doesn't make me feel good to think that most of us are all in the same boat, it makes me worry that there is an under girding sickness that cannot be healed through any sort of anger. Everyone has something on their minds.
So fuckin' knock it off.

There is no me. There is no you. There is all. There is no you. There is no me. And that is all. A profound acceptance of an enormous pageantry. A haunting certainty that the unifying principle of this universe is love. -- Propagandhi