I would love nothing more than to blast Phadeus for a dime a toss. Nothing would give me greater pleasure.
However, I recently purchased a book at a carnival at Stonehenge, which correlates the unique design of the stones there with similar tossing of objects. The book, which it superbly writen and you really must get it, alludes to the fact that whomever threw things at the stones were essentially Creationists, and they were metaphorically tossing stones (putting holes) into the scientific theories based upon the myth of evolution. The book, written by a Satanic Mechanic, lest you think the author has ulterior motives on this subject, pokes several holes into this myth which are excellent.
I will make sixty-seven more posts alluding to this fine volume of information about stone tossing and how it has to do with evolution, making a few ambiguous statements about how the book is actually on order and in the mail to me even though I did in fact read it, and refuse to give any information from the book aside from the fact that it superbly written by an undeniable source of information which makes my position on throwing stones at anyone to be a rash move at best.
Then, as I am finally ready to pick up a stone to throw it, just to prove my point that all of you are wrong to question this book I bought at Stonehenge, I will suddenly get too weak to do so. This is of course due to my recent hemmorhoids flare-up and the fact that my mailman misdelivered my mail, and I am old and in pain.
At this point, the thread will most certainly be dead, and there will be no need for me to throw stones at anyone.