Truth, when filtered through a diseased and tortured mind never returns whole. Don't be so hard on yourself, I doubt the dementia has gotten that bad.
And you have still to provide any evidence for your slanderous claim that I use multiple screen names.
You're a coward, to boot, afraid to address me directly.
Cousin It becomes frantic when I don't address it directly. It's like watching a spoiled child demand attention, shaking its little fists, stomping its little feet, combined with the constant screaming. Someone, somewhere failed to provide Cousin It with the proper discipline during its formative years.
After a while, it becomes almost embarrassing to watch.