In a subject verse like the paranormal, and one further refined by the focus on it's now deceased icon (Art Bell), the prospects for growth have to be limited if not terminated both by his passing, but also by the utter flailing failure of his hand-picked "legacy". Suffice to say that lacking a forum traffic generator, such as Ellgab has with Dynamo Hum, BellBanGab is more of a memory hole in the net, a vortex of spiraling inward compression.
Where Bart was genius was in striking when the strain of it all seemed to be too much for MV. Partnering with a reborn MITD at least allowed the aroma of the "legacy" to energize listeners while the diminishing smoke from the Pahrump dumpster fire yet promised re-ignition at some point. This forum's challenge, barring a Heather reboot, is in being a single program centric portal, as opposed to the forums at LNM and KGRA which resonate with a larger network of programming.
It's odd to me that save for Spooky Tim, the other programs on the DMDN and their hosts haven't coordinated more commentary and activity here. And make no mistake there are shows that have the "woo" to pull it off. Should a Dragon King Dark or Paranormal UK or Conspirinormal start "bringing it" here the forum would be enriched and likely upsize it readership and member list accordingly. Something for Bart to consider as he spins his web of woo.
Because really the same thing that plagues BellBanGab can happen here, just not with as splashy a death throe as BBG's surrender to the tides of listener apathy has evidenced.
It's hard to say what MV thinks of his forum's spasmodic nature. He has publicly stated that he is perplexed by all the conflict, yet he seeds the dick doctor functional bouncer privileges, indemnifies him against any convictions for thread shitting, then hobbles those who would return fire at his endlessly tiresome cat calls of "f****t, globalist, Bush lover,", etc.
As such he creates a Thunderdome of his own, then seems to want to hand pick the winners and losers as opposed to letting the audience see an actual outcome. Predictably then he falls prey to the cynicism that comes when the onlookers realize the lions were always going to eat the gladiator regardless of how well he performed. As such BellBanGab becomes less "Running Man" and more professional wrestling with scripted outcomes the byline.
Inevitably that courts boredom, sycophantic worship, and, with a hateful witch like Brig somehow elevated to celebrity status unbecoming her meager offerings to said forum, one is left with a sinking feeling that the "vaguely lovable" monicker is little more than wishful thinking for a pit of paradise lost. Or so it would seem...