As a second-grader, unlike most Sajhaites, who are third-graders, I am indeed jumping up and down with glee at His Eminence Grise, the Master Sophist, descending from the heavens to baby-talk with us and to instruct us. I understand completely now. If someone challenges me with questions, I accuse him or her of being highly emotional, whether or not it's true, then I air some old grudges, however irrelevant, even as I bray about myself tediously yet again (which I mistakenly think is easy to do in front of third-graders). The trick is NOT to be drawn into any meaningful, relevant discussion, but to bait and switch, and to belittle, to condescend. All of this, of course, must be disguised in "reasonable?" and "level-headed" language. Finally, to cover my ass and to frame the exhange, I launch a preemptive strike and call future responses personal attacks. QED! Got it, M.P. and all you third-graders? That's how Master Sophists win arguments. Now kneel all you worthless underlings and worship me! (No wonder, second-graders like me prefer the twilight zone, like the Pushkar Shah thread. Okay, got to go, need to get to the goddamn airport ....)