Mister Scratch wrote:If you want to own up to this, and admit you did wrong, I'd be more than willing to drop the matter entirely.
I don't.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Your mission expires when you die.
Mister Scratch wrote:He's saying that you didn't "check out" (as you appear to be doing now) when your "friend" was ratting on Quinn to you.
I don't recall any such conversation lasting even sixty seconds. I suppose I should have run screaming from the room when the subject suddenly came up out of the blue. Alternatively, I could have decked the guy. Neither response strikes me as very civil or very normal.
Mister Scratch wrote:you giddily leaped at the opportunity to smear a critic of the Church. You lapped up the malicious gossip like a starving kitten at a saucer of milk, and then you dispensed it to your fawning audience at FAIR.
As I say, it's like a (rather mediocre and overwrought) Hollywood production.
Plan Nine from Outer Scratch, perhaps. Only less coherent and more malicious.
Mister Scratch wrote:I notice that you are dodging out right at the moment when it seems we've got you pinned against the wall.
LOL!!!!!!!
Mister Scratch wrote:Your "checking out" only underscores your guilt, imho.
Of course it does!
No doubt the orderly movement of the planets and the stars, the recurrence of the seasons, the periodic table of the elements, the basic axioms of geometry, and the collected works of William Shakespeare underscore my guilt, too.
Mister Scratch wrote:Finally, I, too, like your avatar a great deal.
Tough luck. Neither your approval nor that of your junior Siamese twin will persuade me to change it. I don't value your opinion that highly.