One thing is predictable about this column. When you throw in a bit of chum, some fussy little Charles Pooter will rise to take the bait.
The ever-combative Eric Bahrt, who laughably holds me in contempt, just does not get it no matter how many times I speak truth to bovine stupidity. No matter how many times I answer his arguments, he keeps repeating them over and over again. Sound familiar, Eric? Change the record, me old China; you and your busybody ilk have stretched the yawn-factor to breaking point.
Now, off to the freezer I go; time to get those juicy lamb chops ready to fill up my meat-friendly stomach.