(I am glad you changed your mind. Yes; of course I would have known. Do not bother with me. My part is done. The rest is up to you.).

Hello, Michael.

It's odd that I missed this but saw the other.

I feel disingenuous to let this go unsaid. Please forgive my lack of social graces.

I do not care for you, Michael; not even slightly. What I do here is no game - caustic humor and irony are simply tools to stay my hand. I can, as I am sure you can imagine, be quite cruel. But I respect your right to gave opinions, share them, disagree. I open myself up to that by moving and engaging in public space. I will not cry foul for my own choices. My burden is mine alone; I am entitled to no load-sharing.

Still, in my silence on that point, I have laid the groundwork to been badly misread. I find your conduct abusive, and in extraordinarily bad form. I find that you move through my world on the prowl for what offends you. I find that when you encounter something you only believe you understand, you feel free to deploy scorn, ridicule, derision, mockery belittlement, whatever suits.

I am unwilling to continue entertaining it. I plan to move these experiences before the public, and let the light judge us all.

What I suppose I will never forgive is how self-servingly reductive so many of the good among you are. Hooves - masses and masses of hooves bargaining, begging, fighting, negotiating, mediating - and you think "zebras." Surely we cannot all be misled, off-putting, intellectually underdeveloped? But no - there is no end in your line for counselling our conduct amidst genocide.

Ahh, would that we had resisted the poison pill - what is it again? Black Exoriators, we were? - if only at some point in these 400 years it occurred to us to _______ (moderate tone, delivery, messaging, attitude - just depends on whose turn it is). Pity, that - no one in centuries thought about messaging, or how to say "thank you." Well, there is always the next 400, right?

Have you even the slightest idea how galling a display of over-simplification you have on constant display? I most assuredly do. To condescend to us - and about us - as if you are among the smartest people in the room is a disservice to us, to this, to you.

So what you detect is not me enjoying myself. It's me working very hard to leave your viscera intact.

But I have tired of being the subject of casual entertainment for the simpleton in aggregate. You are not simple, but your conduct unmistakably is. Enough.

I am sure this will make lovely addition to what promises to be a truly entertaining portfolio.

Be Best