The last time I heard the old, "I wouldn't
stoop to actually debate you," schtick, it was by some sissy-boy in satin britches trying to avoid a fistfight on the playground.
I feel fine, and unlike some people, I don't post on message boards surrounded by people who believe as I do to feel better about myself, I seek out people I disagree with for fun. Enjoy the news cycle.
So happens I was a regular on that Maoist cesspool called "Salon Table Talk" for some time until they started charging for the privilege. And I did it long enough to learn that only intellectual cowards dismiss a challenge ostensibly "too easy" for them.
I didn't say I wouldn't debate you, just that I wouldn't stoop to defend my beliefs to you. Your aggressive rhetoric and attempts to emasculate me by comparison to a "sissy boy" don't warrant a defense, because they are merely tactics meant to put me on the defensive, so excuse me if I refuse to comply.
Check my last post and see if it makes you angry. I'm a moderate, and its amusing how much that pisses some of you off. Hence the deadskunk, which John Ashcroft said was the only thing you'd find in the middle of the road.