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You're insane. You do know that, don't you? The WT of your fevered imagination exists only there. The real WT -- if you can tolerate a bit of epistemology interrupting your diatribe -- predates your concept of him, and doesn't feel any obligation to be reduced to a character in anyone's grand psychodrama.
I can -- and will -- speak for myself, as I have always done. Wallop your cod elsewhere.