Vizzini: I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Roberts: You're just stalling now.
To all the poor, sad, disgruntled, unsatisfied, ignored people who have taken the time to comment on this blog and who have not seen their genius presented. You have an alternative. You may take your grievances regarding what I have not published, and therefore have not acknowledged, here. In this magical place, you can whine, piss and moan to your heart's delight, and you shall be bouyed up by your fellow complaintants as a good and steadfast intellect of the highest degree. There, every concocted truth about the motivations and character of the author of this blog shall be accepted with the sincerest belief, as can only be known about a person who has never been met. I encourage your participation there.
I don't want you here. That's a terrible sentiment, I know, to have about my fellow human, but it is true. Last week I made a series of propositions that led to an enlightening, enjoyable discourse between persons who felt inclined to write long, long posts presenting their points of view. It was refreshingly lacking in bullshit. This is because the bullshit was removed by me. I am in love with moderated comments, knowing now that it doesn't seem to stop the SMART people from commenting here. I also know now that the dialogue doesn't get sidetracked by attempts to politically 'spin' the topic, or degrade into semantic nonsense, or philosophical sophistry. How wonderful that is.
So take a shuffle off to Buffalo. Take the A-train. Go anywhere else. Please. Because no, there's no soapbox for you here.