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Default Pastorio's Fallacious Defense

Peter A wrote:
> In article >, says...
>
>> Thank you, Peter, for your considered and
>> information-filled post.

>
> A post does not have to be "considered and information-filled" to be
> right on-target.


No but being "right-on-target" needs a bit more than merely
a display of dyspeptic attitude.

> In any case, unlike you, I am not an expert on

berzo-o-matic cannisters.

Or much else, if your posts are any indication.

> While you and your pal have been obsessing about this moronic topic, I
> have completed another book chapter, made and enjoyed a couple of
> martinis, cooked osso busso and risotto, enjoyed dinner with my wife,
> and watched a Toshiro Mifune movie. You have obsessed about "being
> right" and the labels on bernz-o-matic cannisters. Gee, you must be
> proud of time so well-spent.


Peter, you're an expiration to us all. While you've been
doing those things, I've put together the final menus and
staffing plans for a small get-together here in Virginia
next month for 25,000 people. Went to a chiropractor for the
herniated disk and the bursitis in my hip. Did some food
shopping afterward, picked my daughter up from school and
drove her to her job. Came home and put together the fixings
for three loaves of bread to bake tomorrow, made dinner for
us, picked up the kid after work and am now wasting time
replying to your egregiously smug self-congratulations.

I've completed the rewrites on the current novel and started
on the new one the day before yesterday. I know you're happy
for me. Someday you'll have almost as much published
material as I do, and that day, you'll be a man. Bwah...

I supremely love it when self-satisfied prigs know how
everyone else should live, and how they make such brilliant
assumptions that merely advance their own stunted
prejudices. You seem to believe that I live life at the
sluggish pace you describe.

And I mean all that in the nicest possible place, Peter. Um,
way. Yeah. Way.

Pastorio