I have come to the dark conclusion that only one thing will slow the bastards down: nauseating sweetness. Overpower them with warm greetings. Ask about their hobbies. It might work. I intend to hold all these jerks in what kat would never call the Holy Light of Mudcat Goo. For instance: isn't it wonderful that people with so little intelligence have mastered such a complex thing as a computer? And to send messages to others! Reaching out for human contact in a lonely world. Can anything be more heartening? SIGHHHHH.

yours, Peter T.