…that I was that indispensable around here.
Or at least, I never expected to get floods of e-mail from SDMB’ers all begging me not to leave. Holy smokes, guys, I’m not worth the accolades you all gave me, really! I haven’t had so many nice things said about me since my birthday. (I also haven’t gotten that much e-mail, I think, in my life.)
Tom, Dex, Veb, and all the rest of the umpteen or so who wrote me, thank you very much. It means a great deal to me that you think my pitiful opinions are that important; but then, as one of you said, who else is going to debate High Anglican/R.C. doctrine with Polycarp?
I apologize for last Sunday night. I never should have logged on to begin with, because I was still dealing with the situation from early Saturday with practically no decompression time at all and very little sleep. I don’t know if any of you are or have been involved in police work, but confronting a woman who’s just killed someone, is obviously high on something, and who is waving a pistol around in her front yard, telling her to lay the weapon down and back away from it, without knowing whether she can hear or understand you or whether you’re going to have to exchange fire with her or not can play hob with your mental state for a day or so afterwards. I had just arrived home, and I guess I just took the cyber-mudslinging a little too seriously. I should have realized that, too, because they teach you this stuff in L.E.; it’s a little thing called “projection”. Every cop does it from time to time, to one extent or another. (If you see one of us acting funny or drinking a little too much, that’s probably why. It’s also why the cop who pulls you over for a broken taillight gets all bent out of shape and nasty with you over such a little thing that really isn’t all that important----it’s because twenty minutes ago, he was engaged in a shootout with some nutcases sporting automatic weapons. Remember that the next time you can’t figure out why Patrolman Jones is off the deep end when you run a yellow light! :))
Anyway, I’m fine. I slept in for a couple mornings, and to get my mind off things for a while, I went to college. Or in other words, I went back to my alma mater and spent some time B.S.-ing with some of my old profs, doing lunch with the secretary of the History department (my wife knows her, and she’s married anyway, don’t get excited) and hanging around in the library for a while. Very theraputic.
Well, since so many of you think I should stay, here I am. Thanks again, guys—I promise not to be so touchy in future. And here’s a Great Debate for you:
Which book is the bigger collection of nonsense, Protocols of the Elders of Zion, or Roman Catholicism by Loraine Boettner?
You don’t like that one, then how about this one: are the Oviedo Cloth and the Blood of Januarius the genuine articles, or are they complete nonsense?