Did you just "get" me? Did I just "get got?"

Here's the thing, Ben. Most of my Hubski participation for two days was given over to patiently answering your questions. You'll note I didn't rise to the bait of your "Billy boy" goads because I respect you and consider you capable of learning. After all, you plowed through a 25-book geopolitical list (that I also generated for your benefit, remember).

And where does that leave us? You standing there, jumping up and down like a toddler that needs to pee, saying "GOTCHA! SIMPSONS DID IT SIMPSONS DID IT!"

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror while you're sitting there gloating?

'cuz here's the sad thing, Ben. First of all, we're talking about a nineteen year old bill. Second of all, I already explained at length how it was primarily the work of the Gingrich congress. Third of all, the banking act instituted to repair some of the damage is named after two Democrats.

And I know that every question you asked was a rhetorical form of "let me shit all over Democrats because I hate them more than Republicans." And I know that every answer I gave was one that you were blithely ignoring because you couldn't wait to say "SIMPSONS DID IT SIMPSONS DID IT" (three whole days - you're either busy or bored). And I know that in your head you're Lucy and the only thing you live for is pulling the fuckin' football before Charlie Brown can kick it.

But the fact of the matter is, I'm answering your questions and you just look like a spoiled toddler.

You're better than this, and I no longer have the time. So in the future, if you'd just kindly post a picture of Tucker Carlson instead of asking any questions you'll get to make your point ("I'm a spoiled toddler") and I won't waste my time trying to tell you stuff instead of hanging out with my wife, hanging out with my kid or working on my homework.

Deal?