Understanding full well that talking down a vicious, little lynch mob of simpletons is a no win proposition without a badge and a scattergun on the jail house stoop, I opined that inciting the worst of the mob to even more rabid and revealing bloviations would be the best and most fruitful strajadery. And look at the results ... whah, mama, I couldn't have dreamed of a better outcome ... and more to come, I'm sure. Watching PR clumsily attempting to put his dentures back in after one of his impotent, 2nd childhood outbursts was a nice sidelight, as well. Sputter on, boys.