@blatham,
And that's over my head Bernie. Care to explicate your meaning precisely?
It will save us beginning to think you are becoming a little confused in your dotage. It will me anyway although I do anticipate that your anti-ID colleagues will consider it otherwise. They might even take it upon themselves to congratulate you on putting me down so mysteriously.
They never say a word of criticism of each other. Not in years. It shows how unified they are don't you think. How much they fear my exploiting any chinks in their under-the-stairs cuoboard door like I do over the sea food in effemm's bowthrusters or his barbecued brisket from the Mart. ros has been very crafty in this regard. He is General Secretary material. There can be no other explanation of the repetitive stupidity of his posts than that it is done deliberately.
Do you think that if we had them running the educational system, thought of in its widest context, we could all end up in unison with their thinking, as they seem to be, and never even thinking to criticise each other as what each of them say they all already agree with. So you can imagine what committee meetings would be like.
Like when Uncle Joe was in his prime. And whatever you say about Stalin you can't deny him his magnificence.
Our august Augustus was reported to have gouged someone's eyes out with his fingers but I can't vouch for that, history books being what they are. He also exiled two close female relatives for unreformable lasciviousness. And exile was a sad fate for ladies of such character. That's pretty certain I gather. And he exiled Ovid as well for reasons still being discussed in the Ivory Towers where such matters are pondered over at great length. That's certain in most respects. We have Ovid's bleatings to vouch for it.
But we were discussing Mr Hovinid's milking machine which is being persecuted for tax violations and not for its displays, literature, gift shop, tickets, car park charges and ice-sundae counter retail sales figures. Maps of Poland. A remaindered consignment. There's always someone with a Polish connection who will buy a map of Poland for $1.99 when mooching about at a loose end. If the new motorway is not shown what does it matter. Godzilla badges. (I wish I had more time for this.)
Why don't you try your hand Bernie at a description of Mr Hovinid's enterprise on a busy Sunday afternoon. I suggested that because I know which way you would go if I chose an damp rainy Tuesday. You used to have a way with words in the old days. It's loving playing with them that does it. Don't people who put more emphasis on the meaning of what they are saying than on the style in which they say it get on your nerves? Not that the meaning is unimportant mind you. I wasn't necessarily belittling their meaning. Experts are working on what meaning means. The odd thing is that the ones who put style first, second and third. like Flaubert, have the best meaning. A meaning about how to withstand the vicissitudes of life with Christian forebearance.