Milton,
I'm being as polite as I know how to be with you, partly because I'm beginning to suspect that you may in real life be my own dear Goobernator, Richard the Nerd, in addition to being a Sockateur of HK, but frankly and ernestly I'm done with your Rushoid Ripofflichem Rants.
Now, I'm really busy in real life, to coin a phrase, so I'll give the matter a few days of sleeping on it, but my current thinking is to move those other tangents back into the Political Religion Forum where you wonky wanker Boys' Staters can circle jerk yourselves into the Usual States of Blissfully Ignorant Nirvana. When and if that happens you humorless twits can negotiate with the Kinder Gentler Mods for titulary designations more bespitting your glorious self-image.
One final word on the subject of statistics. I know the use of statistics in science, and I know the use of statistics in junior high school debating clubs, and I know which one I'm looking at when you haul out your old shoebox of newspaper clippings.
Hint. It's that second thing.
Jon Awbrey
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