BIG UP!

[_gramps]

At the personal invitation of Gramps, who apparently thinks that I need to take a stand on this thread, I've just hastily skimmed through the preceding "discussion."

I'm not exactly sure why I needed to. I just found it rather strange.

But I did get a kick out of seeing Mister Scratch try to raise his old claim again, about my alleged threat to murder him with my assault rifle.

Oh, I'm really the violent type. All who know me live in fear of my volcanic temper. If you see me coming, you'd better step aside. A lot of men didn't, and a lot of men died. One fist of iron, the other of steel -- if the right one doesn't get you then the left one will. You don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger, and you don't mess around with me. Because I'm bad, bad Peterson -- baddest man in Mormondom. Badder than old King Kong, and meaner than a junkyard dog.

I sometimes wonder if Scratch did a drama degree before he turned to his present studies. My wife did a drama degree, and she's pretty good. She can summon up convincing tears, persuasive shudders, and high indignation on command. It's really quite impressive. Of course, Mister Scratch is only doing it with words, via electrons, so that's not quite in the same league.

That was an interesting way to respond to a pm message. But, it is clear, you don't get it. And that is ok. No one wanted this thread to get a new life. Let it die.

[_Daniel Peterson]

That was an interesting way to respond to a pm message.

It was actually a response to Mister Scratch's professed fear of my allegedly murderous feelings toward him. I simply felt that I ought to briefly explain why I was seemingly breathing new life into a deservedly comatose thread.

But, it is clear, you don't get it.

What is there to get?

Anyway, I don't have a dog in this particular fight.

And that is ok. No one wanted this thread to get a new life. Let it die.

Fine by me.

[_solomarineris]

I'm not exactly sure why I needed to. I just found it rather strange.
But I did get a kick out of seeing Mister Scratch try to raise his old claim again, about my alleged threat to murder him with my assault rifle.
Oh, I'm really the violent type. All who know me live in fear of my volcanic temper. If you see me coming, you'd better step aside. A lot of men didn't, and a lot of men died. One fist of iron, the other of steel -- if the right one doesn't get you then the left one will. You don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger, and you don't mess around with me. Because I'm bad, bad Peterson -- baddest man in Mormondom. Badder than old King Kong, and meaner than a junkyard dog.
I sometimes wonder if Scratch did a drama degree before he turned to his present studies. My wife did a drama degree, and she's pretty good. She can summon up convincing tears, persuasive shudders, and high indignation on command. It's really quite impressive. Of course, Mister Scratch is only doing it with words, via electrons, so that's not quite in the same league.

Well,
You guys (both) act like drama-Queens sometimes.
I would not be surprised if you don't own guns or fired a round, except maybe
bb♠gun.
You're no violent type DCP, you are like a pussycat, who tries to get along with everybody.
OTOH, I don't know Scratch too well, he doesn't sound a violent, angry type, but he knows
how to instigate, get a raise outta ya DCP.
And it turns out hilarious reading materiel.
Thanks a bunch.