Obviously your ridicule was directed toward the pie-in-the-sky set who deny that problems with hydrogen — the most glaring perhaps being the need to produce it from something — rather than toward me.
“Buuuuuuuuuung! Yer Keghole! where the wind come sweepin’ down the plain...”
(that suddenly came to mind for some reason)
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to hurry so I won't be late to my next meeting, where's we're protesting these crazy things called "antibiotics", since everyone knows you'll never, ever be able to treat illnesses that way. What will these people try to pull over on us next?
By the way, you do realize that for many of us, bunging a keghole simply keeps the good stuff from coming out of the keg.