As to your inferences regarding my personal character, you know what you said, Boy.

And I know what you meant.

So did Cutter, evidently.

So did my teenage granddaughter who read your post from her school and called me, furious and wanting to post back to you herself. Love that kid.

So did the Fraysters who emailed my website

And so would anyone else, had I hit the "report abuse" button -- which I will do next time.

After I write letters to anyone and everyone remotely related to the powers that be who run Slate.

I don't sit on this board all day -- I do have a business to run and an active social life. And I've never met a regular contributor to PFray named Inkberrow.

However, if there is such a regular contributor -- that is:

1. If he/she actually posts poems and commentary here regularly and hasn't just popped in on your behalf for the day or to stir up trouble;

2. If he/she is not obviously one of your or the Flying Monkeys' multiple personalities / nics;

3. If I happen to see his/her query;

4. And if I have the time and inclination;

I will be pleased to refer him/her to one of my answers to you on that same issue.

I have explained to you multiple times my reasons for uprating and downrating posts. In the Readers' Digest version: if I like what I read -- thumbs-up. If I don't like what I read -- thumbs-down.

If you have a problem with ADD, Alzheimers, or are simply senile, and can't remember that, perhaps you could print this out and have someone you trust hold it for you for the next time you forget.

Then, you can simply re-read this, or have it read to you by your nurse or your keeper or whoever cleans up after you. Inasmuch as you have such an inordinate interest in everything I do and why I do it, that is.

I think it odd that you don’t inquire of Artemesia, Galatea, Iris-2 and their multiple personalities/ alter-nics concerning their immediate group downrates of anything I post. That’s been ongoing since the inception of this new capability on The Fray. It’s gone unquestioned, as far as I know, except for MaryAnn’s mention of it the other day.

Meanwhile, I am not going to waste any more time with you or your cohorts, Tiny Boy.

Rant away all you like. Flail your arms and stomp your feet and hiss and spit like a 2 year old. Don't eat your spinach. Throw your food. Run with scissors in your hands. Write on the walls. Pull some little girl's pigtails. Hold your breath. Crap in the floor. Torture a puppy.

Do whatever you please to get attention and to disrupt this board, which seems to be your raison d'etre.

You no longer interest me.

Angel