You post an essay trashing me and complain that I dare take offense. What's there to "get?"
It’s probably not very explainable.
Most folks get it. Some don’t.
Getting up to clear my sinuses and chest . . . I got hit with a very troubled FREEPER on the END TIMES LIST and managed to fire off . . . a creative but . . . fairly dramatic and hopefully redemptive reply.
Seems like there was another something or two of some drama.
By the time I hit the query of where was Petronski, I was in rare mirthful, generous, affectionate form . . . even toward you.
Sorry you have no receptors to detect such things with.
I tried.