Thank you, Lib, I’m flattered…but I’d like to correct something you wrote.
Yes, no doubt it’s true we’ve bumped heads – and hard – on more than one occasion. Odds are it’ll happen again too. But having said that, know that I have no “most hated list” of posters or anything that resembles such – thus you couldn’t possibly be on it.
Being a rather simple fellow (though I know many a member of my family and/or friends that might disagree with said self-assessment) I read something that I disagree with and let it rip. Don’t much care who’s on the other side of the post, even if it is The Great Man Himself. Yes I have a rather easy predisposition to anger when arguing with fools who can’t, or refuse to see what’s right in front of their nose – especially on the many occasions when I’ve been the one drawing the picture for them. Just plain run out of patience. And believe it or not, I’ve mellowed-out tremendously throughout the years.
Now, as you’re likely to know, I am a fact-driven fellow and while I allow that there’s room for interpretation of same, not everything’s up for extensive exegesis. That’s likely the biggest hurdle between you and I, for stubburn as we both can be – and are – you just totally lose me when you go into your metaphysical hieroglyphics and try to pass them for an argument. I mean, there’s a time and a place for everything and I am certainly not as well-versed as you on many a topic, but for og’s sake man! sometimes black is black and there’s not much else to it. That you want to call it anthracite instead does little but obscure the issue (pun unintended, but not bad if I may say so myself).
Anyhooo…glad you went ahead and expressed your feelings “just because.” I particularly feel we, most times, chew the cud too much before letting them out…and because of that end-up missing out on many an opportunity. Be it friendship, love, business or what have you.
Thanks again. All the best to you and yours.
And yes Turnip, I’ll take a hug over a punch anyday of the week and twice on Sunday. Even if comes from a decrepit old-fart such as Lib
Aw hell, who do I think I’m kidding? Getting there in a rush my own self. 