and the subject line goes "pop!"
I stand in awe, man. All I'd have thought to do was to slog back in and do battle with Tom's demons mano a mano, paragraph pounding paragraph into hamburger in a dreary blood-drenched slug fest o'words between two punchdrunk pulpit-pounding punditoids who don't have the common sense to know when to give up before our fingertips bleed...
But you, my man, you popped the balloon with the sharp point of an n/t subject line that arrowed to the heart of a delusion I'd have droned on about for at least four paragraphs. Nice work!