I come home from a day at a folk music festival to find myself assured ...twice ... that I HAVE BEEN insulted... but then I read from the source that he has never, ever insulted anyone. Then he proceeds to insult me far worse than name calling by asserting that I indulge and patronize 'idiots' by participating in debate with people whom I know are NOT anything near idiots.

"Be in no doubt about whither or not it was an insult Bill.
It was indeed; it's what we term "condescension"."

Yeah... it does feel a bit like condescension *shrug*... but if no one deducts too many points for my flawed approach... *giggle*... I won't fret over it.

It must be ... nice?.... interesting?....humbling?.. naaawww, not humbling... to be so competent and smug that one can identify and categorize the innate mental capacities of those with whom he disagrees.

I suppose that all I can do as an indulgent 'ol fruit is to shrug and be whatever *I* choose to be and focus on the discussions and not the 'ratings' supplied from the sidelines.