[The Urban Sombrero]

Well now if it's on display, it's because your continual sloshing around in the septic tank has caused the contents to erupt in another one of the putrified spates you would call a post.

Easy, TRT, the thin veneer of revisionist history you spout, ad nauseum, is rubbing clearly through, revealing the peacock within. What is it you were saying? You mistake cultural memory for history and call it, I guess, a syllabus.

Bottom line: you appear to have in mind a freedom, a liberty of belief and worship, that the Constitution, at best, strains at the seams to hold. When called on that, you retreat into some sort of "I'm czar of truth" fundamentalism that, at best, strains mercy and grace at the seams to hold. You express yourself quite adequately, albeit long-windedly, GeePeeWee, but your inner peacock renders you a self-proclaiming buffoon.