Hi Amanda, I can't stop myself, see, I've got this self-control problem, but enough about me. I'm really wondering why Bill and Alan-hi!-why you think Amanda is a middle-aged woman? That'd be the last thing I'd say. If you're listening Amanda, you albino squirrel (and you are) hi again. Any kind of adult, I really would be concerned. And impressed. The impersonation of a typically messed up, reasonably bright kid is so artistic I'd want to grant it on points. I'd tend to say a young guy, but then, a girl is okay, since, well, who cares?

Granted, the guessing game is sort of like an easter-egg hunt with no eggs. Like when my wife was in kindergarten and her silly teacher tried to incubate unfertilized eggs--so it turned into a kindergarten version of Waiting For Godot. The bad news is Amanda won't tell us if we guess right, the good news is, well, ibid.

But I'm saying the confused sophistry, the "thousand" masks that can't be changed fast enough--you can still catch the need to redefine the whole point of the trolling so that Amanda can congratulate herself on some kind of success. "It's all about THIS, so I'm winning. Hooray for me!" It all says someone who is arguing around, aimlessly trying to find a point, a kid. And then the goofy notions of internet Anarchy--like the character on the Young Ones "We've stayed up all night, that's what I call real ANARCHY!" (My favorite line was Omigod I've killed an 'ippie.)

The reference to the phantom menace, conflating censure and censorship to the point that if people don't jump to say what Amanda suggests they should say they are persecuting Amanda's free speech. Saying that people feel the need to "comment"--in quotes, as if it were somehow a euphemism for anything other than plain old comments. Annoying people then acting all persecuted when they are annoyed--okay I may know a few middle-aged women who do that but they are usually one's mother. No, it's teenager stuff, teenager bumper-car sophistry to a t. If not, it's as good as Salinger. Better. The important issues Amanda brings up are like the Clare Danes character on my so-called life thinking about people chewing food when they eat--if you think about what chewing is, and that people do it, like, in public! Re-read the line about Max can handle the lawyers. Boy, that's good, if a kid didn't write it. And it's funny anyway. I wrote a paper about you people--got an "A" by the way, for your information, I'll have you know-- and did I mention, the teacher thinks you're dumb. A middle aged woman? Young guy, or, whatever.

I really don't mean to belittle anybody for being young when they are young. Kids who aren't messed-up and generally appalled and disgusted are the ones that worry me--must not be paying attention. There's an old church behind my house that never reached to younger people, so, cool, there's always plenty of parking spaces. It's like a Sears out there. All the mudcats can come over sometime.