Folks, we have in our midst a true legend. We are supremely blessed to be privy to the corkscrew logic of a disturbed mind, and I think we should all take a moment to apreciate that fact. This thread is created specifically for the purpose of giving us a place to express how lucky we are to have a monumental intelect that towers above Cecil himself among us. So, three cheers for grienspace! I offer my humble testomonial first:
I will be the first to admit that I was slow to tumble to the wit and brillance that is grienspace. I grieve that I missed his earlier posts, and I intend to use the search function to catch up on what I’ve missed, as soon as I get several pressing chores out of the way, like putting the cat in the dishwasher and alphabatizing the order in which my condiments sit in the refrigerator. I notced this stellar example of calm, logical debate in a thread which advocated banning American Pit Bull Terriers from using cell phones while driving. 'space was magnificant! He skillfully avoided contact with any facts at all, not an easy task with so many facts being flung at him by other posters, but he managed it with ease. I began to get an inkling that there was a giant lose among us mere mortals. I next watched with open mouthed awe as 'space started a pit thread, and promptly denied that he was posting on the subject of his own OP. This is a brand of delicious kitch is almost unknown in button-down, conformist America today, and I could only wonder from the shadows at the bright light eclipsing us all. Finally, I would like to thank Mr. 'space for having the courage to bring to light the devious manipulations and plots of the Pit Bullies™. For too long has the newby run in fear of these craven monsters. Although I regularly attend the manditory Monday night meetings of this hellish clique, I have been too terrified to speak up against their awful conspiracies. Well, no longer! I hearby stand against you all, and intend to make public the minutes from the last few month’s meetings to the Washington Post.( besides, the cookies you served last week were stale, 'scratch, STALE!!!) I can only hope that my broken, bleeding body is not discovered under a wharf in Baltimore Harbor. If it is, know this: I died content, having finally found the courage to go against the herd, as it were, and I owe that all to you, grienspace. Thank you for making what will probobly be the last few days of my existance peaceful ones. At last my troubled mind is clear.