I hereby nominate Smokin99 for sainthood for her SUSTAINED interventions with He-Who-Can-Not Be-Mentioned, but is affectionately known as Bobby B.
Bless his heart.
I think I'm about done. It was fun but then I find myself wondering what in the hell am I doing trying to be logical with this person or even try to hold him to a standard of fact. Futile. Internet asininity.
I had a co-worker once. I always swore that when God made him, he started with Barney Fife, but then took away Barney's humility, awkward naivety, and humor and, then, on top of that, gave him a double dose of know-it-all, hubris, and ignorance - yep - that would be my co-worker. The weird thing is he was actually a nice guy that would give you the shirt off his back but dang he could get on your last nerve. I guess that's what the internet takes away - when you don't have a personal interaction you really have no "nice guy" part to take the edge off the arrogance and other crap. Oh well - I'm gonna try to rise above it and just challenge the data. Wish me luck