What I was trying to tell you, and what you completely ignored is you "borrow" the best of the good writers whether on this site or articles you may have read. It is neither a complement nor an attempt to offend; it is what it is. I suggested that you take some of the bilge you wrote and sort out the and grasp the sagaciousness of the writer's intent rather than using quant nomenclature to personalize. It is the depth of the meaning rather than the superficial notion that may sound good to your ears that matters. You came from Washington DC., an area that has an 11 percent higher per capita graduate degrees than the rest of the country. There are times that perfidy can be forgiven, in particular when one is trying desperately to fit in with a group of people. But, you will need to try harder to conceal your educational achievements.

Do not concern yourself with my "feelings" because I learned very early in life not to depend on people being sensitive to hurting my feelings. You were clear in your mockery, your tone was perfectly diaphanous, and your intent was not disguised. Perhaps that one "poking fun" allowed you to put away any pretense because you did not have to fear the few that are erudite because they would not be critical of your farce. Each word said or written cleans a window into the true character of the writer. It is those times when people lower their guard their bumptiousness comes through. Look for those times in attempts of humor, for it is there that the mask of civility is cast off and the grinning soul, whether gentle or egregious mockery will shine.

Your comment, quoted above, if intended as an apology falls short. If however it was a disclaimer for the benefit of your followers you achieved your goal.

Thank you for your kind words. I have found and sometimes I fail, that taking the high road has greater rewards, because at the end of the day, you still have your own conscience to live with. Once words, whether in cyberspace, or in "actual speak" have been put forth into the universe, they cannot be snatched back, either by the person giving voice to them, or the person hearing them.

I have experienced that "lapse" often enough, and on one occasion, it was TRULY monumental. T***h to tell, it haunts me. I doubt that there is a day that goes by that at some point, it doesn't pop into my mind. This monumental lapse occurred because I was at the moment in time in a fit of anger, bordering on rage. All I can say is that I must have been channeling my father. I ended up apologizing to not one, not two, but seven people, because the person I shared this anger "with", but "not at", saw fit to share it. I was, at the time, venting in what I thought was a safe place, but should NOT gone there, because while not meaning to, I obviously traumatized the person I was venting to.

I was appalled that I had let my anger that I normally take care to either lock away in a closet when it threatens to go nuclear, or control it to use it constructively to make careful statements to others, absolutely out there for all the world to see. I looked in the mirror and have to say that I tightly shut my eyes, not liking this person, wishing that moment had never happened. If I could go back in time, I know that I should have just gone outside and kicked a tree or two -- til the physical pain brought me to my senses. It serves as a constant reminder, particularly given my family background, that "I" need to tread carefully. It is "my" responsibility for what those pebbles of thoughts, and yes, sometimes BOULDERS, tossed into that proverbial pool do, that I take it seriously and not create tsunamis.

Over-regulation is the phrase. Son started mold polishing business in 2005 at a lot of expense on equipment and supplies but by 2008 had hired three people all at $24 an hour and was making a good living. Then 2010 hit with new regulations on taxes of the costs of waste materials that had to be shipped to a disposal site, $12 a 55 gallon drum to $115 and taxes on a new supplies per barrel went up 6 1/2 times of what it had been. At 35 55 gallon drums a month that pretty much folded the company just with tax increases.

This government cares nothing as long as they get their cut, it forces small business to either cut people, lay off or go out of business. My son sold his business which was resold and resold and finally the whole thing went overseas.