"Tia...would you, for fuck sake go see a statistician....ask about percentages and how they work....after that you might have a go at simple addition or subtraction.....who knows, the world may be your oyster!"
Please note that until this exact post, I have never called Akenaton any names, nor have I used any foul language in adressing him. That just ended.
Thanks very much, but the world is already my oyster. I teach math at a fucking university (you, and all, would recognize the name). Steering me to a math primer is a fucking dodge on your part. Easier (and ridiculous) to pretend that I don't understand math than for you to try to justify your fucked-up logic.
I'm sorry if my tone is oppressive. I certainly don't wish to silence you, but I really don't get the blather that comes out.