
My last post was by far the biggest hit, comment-wise. Not many participants, but the furious exchange of arguments and counter-arguments, the tactical thrusts and folds by all involved, and the ever-shelled peacekeeper in the middle kept spirits high and watchers around the world off the edge of their seats.
My acknowledgments to the common sense of my vast fan base ( hi chris! hi george! ) for not getting involved. As the saying goes: "wouldn't touch it with a 10 - foot pole"
As for me, I got the pole stuck up my tail section, metaphorically speaking, else I'd duck like the rest of you. However, this vivid exchange brought to mind some good, old-fashioned vintage insulting, which I would like to share with the rest of you.

Copying and Pasting is not as much fun as it used to, so see for yourselves.
PS. Yes, I now have learned to stop picking my nose.