[Vision2020] Slowly I turned, step by step . . .

[joanopyr at earthlink.net]

Dear Donovan,

The last person who called me "Mary" was Travis Drawn, the big red-headed
boy who sat in the seat in front of me in Mrs. Boulter's First Grade.  The
year was 1970.  I believe he regained the use of his right eye sometime in
the Third Grade, but his reputation as a fighter never really recovered.  I
have reason to believe that he still stalks the streets of Belleville,
Michigan, chewing Viagra and reading Maxxim while continuing to nurse a now
34 year-old grudge against the little girl with the ponytail who socked him
a good one.

(In short, don't call me Mary, Mary.  Get it?)

Now, as for the rest of your contention (which I gleaned from Tom Hansen's
email as I have you on Spamblocker):  

"So I was unaware of her [Joan Opyr] challenge until now. My obvious answer
is no. The reason why is because I am the only regular poster on V2020 that
counters the BS posted by the Nasty Nine. Leaving eight of the Nasty Nine
to freely post bigotry, disgusting remarks, and illogical arguments would
be down right irresponsible."

You really do have an astonishingly high opinion of yourself, Donovan. 
You, and you alone, admire your rhetorical skills; you, and you alone,
value the content of your contributions to this list.  (Don't count on
Dale's frantic back-patting.  It's only a matter of time before he drops
you like second period French.  One of these days, he's going to knock you
naked and steal your clothes.  You have been warned.)  Anyhow, as I have
five minutes to spare, why don't I demolish a few of the misconceptions
that have led to your gross lack of self-awareness?  

First, the term "Nasty Nine" was originally a distinction based not on
content but on number of daily postings.  Check the Vision 2020 Archives. 
Then check them again.  Check the past couple of months.  I think you'll
find that you have now occupied the #1 position on the Nasty Nine Billboard
Chart for more weeks than Michael Jackson's "Thriller."  

Second, do you have Doug Wilson's permission to speak for New St. Andrews,
Christ Church, Anselm House, and Logos School?  I cannot imagine that you,
of all people, would be his champion of choice.  Why?  Because you are an
ignoramus and because . . . well, I've seen you.  And I've read your
writing.  And you don't know diddley-squat.  About anything.  At all. 
Really.  If you truly do have more than one degree from the University of
Idaho, then someone needs to line up the faculty and give them all a good
Three Stooges slap.  As the president of Harrow once said of Winston
Churchill, "He cannot have gone through our school.  He must have gone
under it."

Last, but not least, Doug Wilson has Dale Courtney, Ben Merkle, Nate Wilson
(the Shroud Magnificat), Doug Jones, and Roy Atwood batting for his team. 
What position do you play?  Are you the ball boy or the kid who passes
around the Gatorade?

Get a grip on yourself, wee man.  You are not essential to Doug's defense. 
You are not the key to freedom of religion in Moscow.  You are not
essential to Vision 2020.  And neither, for that matter, am I.  And so I
cyber-slap your face with my dueling glove yet a third time, and I
challenge you to play patience with me.  I challenge you to shut up and
listen.  Just to prove my sincerity (and because I'm just so damned
competitive), I will not post again to this list for the next seven days. 
Period.  That's 168 hours, Auntie Establishment-free.  I'll continue to
monitor the list, and I'll even take you off bozo, Bozo.  Now, come on . .
.  it'll be fun.  For EVERYONE.

Chicken!

Joan Opyr/Auntie Establishment
www.auntie-establishment.com