You’re right. I flew off the handle, and I shouldn’t have. I’ve been thinking for a couple of days why I did so and believe it was because of an unpleasant experience at work.
A couple of decades ago, a moronic manager revisited a years-old investigation into some computer messages (the corporate system — pre-PC — had dumb terminals connected to a main frame) that libelled an employee. I was the new suspect. Though I knew nothing of programming, I knew enough about the system that I would have been able to do it (along with many others). One person had been fired for it, though there was nothing beyond suspicion that the fired worker had done it (the dismissal brought a lawsuit). The suspicion that I had done it was growing legs until I discovered it through a third party and shot it down in flames by pointing out that the incident had occurred during the nearly two years I had been absent, working for another company 900 miles away. (No one could accuse these people of possessing an over-abundance of intelligence.)
I suppose the long-forgotten, unpleasant episode wasn’t all that long-forgotten, and the emotions is caused re-emerged when I read your post. Perhaps it was transference, psychobabbley-speaking. I apologize and withdraw the remark.