anyway - the point is this. I imagine Joe finds it hard enough having to defend almost single handedly an institution from which he derives spiritual sustenance - defend it from his friends. good people who are there in the telephone book -genuine people...

that some cyber generated ectoplasm should appear out of cyberspace and heap personal insults is horrible, and then disappear like the fucking Lone Ranger....

say! who was that masked man! look! he's shit on the carpet!
that was the Lone Ranger, ...the big one is his horse, and the Indian's there to wipe his arse! that's the paper!