Haw!
I appreciate the thoughts, from you and Lindy, but this is the game, I'm out on the field.
I'm an enthusiastic participant that does his share of dishing it out, although I like to think I do it, as Mel Brooks' Frankenstein monster puts it, with "a calmer brain and a somewhat more sophisticated way of expressing myself."
I don't feel abused in any way, any more than a football player should get indignant because someone tries to pound his head into the dirt.
Heat, kitchen, and all that.
Besides, I'm going to worry about comments on Ayn Rand from people who probably think Keith Olbermann is a genius?