You’re still making it about me. You just don’t get it.
Have a good life.
Oh, please. You both spend your lives stabbing for the truth. Now is the absolute WORST time to give up on each other.
That might be because you started it. I was with you right up until the diver and the dummy. Sorry, I just cannot see it the way you and your side-kick who swallowed a dictionary and writes like a cranky lawyer see it all. That doesn’t mean I’m a paid operative on the payroll of the denizens of the Swamp.
I would like to leave it now. Get your book published the usual way so that people can buy a hard copy, and good luck.