Who cares?
After an apparently quite reasonable start, you seem to have degenerated into yet another obsessive with a deranged, or drunken, vendetta, of no possible interest to anyone else. You are just filling the forum with junk. I've lodged a request for you to be banned, in the hope that such reports may contribute towards you incurring the requisite number of infraction points. Meanwhile, to save myself further irritation......[click].......
I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to have done to offend
you, either?
Without investigating too much, I'd hazard a
guess I've done more research, and offered more opinion, in the last few days on this site than you have.
Parroting an opinion without having anything to back it up doesn't make it any more true than it was yesterday, you know. Nor does throwing around the word "vendetta" when I've engaged Bells in only one thread, that I remember.
Ever observe that curious feature of the human psyche, where if you repeat a thing often enough, it becomes truth in the minds of many?
By way of example, I can post a screenshot showing I still can't log in under my actual name. This is in spite of Bell's accusation of me being a liar (from memory, a word used three times in a single paragraph) and concocting bizarre stories. Such an attitude, tch tch. Such
forebearance.
It's not as if this is the real world, where customer service is actually important.
You can request for me to be banned, if you wish. I've said as much to someone else. If you garner enough "likes", you may get your wish.
The only thing you're proving to me, is exactly what
you are. Ostensibly supposedly supporting one ideal, and yet acting in quite a different manner. You won't do the research, you won't ask the questions, you won't deviate from your beliefs because you
don't want to. As you said...
who cares, right?
And I don't expect you to. I've long known what this site actually is, I'm just having fun with it - here in this thread, at least. Elsewhere, I'm posting with a bit more care and attention.
Light the torches, boys.
I grow a bit weary of all this, you know.