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Am I breezily forecasting or am I doom and gloom? You remind me of OJ's lawyers, who simultaneously asserted that the LAPD was incompetent and capable of complex conspiracy.
And then you compare me to Ted?
Say, what's your address, cabdriver?
I'm kidding, I'm kidding!
However, for an optimist, you're sure full of ad homs.
You wrote, "....it shallows the deep."
And that verbs the noun. Again, it's another ad hom. I'm shallow. I'm a killa. I'm gloomy, when I'm not breezily forecasting.
I just wish you were more fun and you could start by putting the ad homs down.
In the end, I hope you're right. I hope we can burn all the fuels we want with no consequences, even though it's too late for that, for our modern lifestyle has exterminated many species. Nevertheless, I hope our species isn't driven north and south and into extinction. I hope I'm wrong. I hope the thousands of scientists are wrong. I hope you're right. I hope you get to live long and prosper and dance your dance on my grave and pee on it too. And I hope your grandchildren don't have to suffer for our failings and greed.
As far as not knowing what real trouble is and how to face it, well, you're firing your salvos from your ass. Call me names. I can take it. However, assert that I don't know trouble and I'm done with you, silly man.