And I have now assembled my Arsenal of Peace, my huge list of arguments in my defense -- and evidence from their own communications -- for use if this nonsense ever comes up again.

I'm finally confident that I've got more than adequate defenses, if the other side's not content to stand the fuck down, even in the face of mutual friends asking them to, even after today's gambit against me totally failed.

So now, thus girded, I feel like I never have to go on the offense about this matter ever again. (And fuck me if I ever do, because it's my own stupid fault and you should really have no sympathy for me.)

It feels real good. I hope that iron-barred gate is NEVER opened. If it ever is... it ain't me who forced it, and I hope to god none of you have to hear word one about it.

This is my public declaration: I Am Done With The Thing, and the people involved in it. Feel free to ask about it, but I'm probably going to remain coy-- much the way I would remain coy if you asked me where I buried all that unrefined plutonium. >_<

Good. Fucking. Deal.