Wait. So, i reply to a comment with a coherant and honest answer without any motive or malintent, get flamed repeatedly by some jackass who can read, i continue to explain myself and then wonder aloud why HE is being an asshole (which he completely was by continuing to badger me, and ramble, and i end the conversation by figuring the only logical reason for his nonsense is that he is likely the product of generations of cousin-on-cousin inbreading, and i come off as upset?

Nope. Not at all actually. I feel what i do is akin to spending time with the elderly, and mentally feeble. Like going to animal shelters to pet the stray, worthless animals just before they are to be euthenized. Or like letting a retarded kid win a game of chutes and ladders. It makes them feel good.