Now we are on to you, McLeod. Your whole post was a double-blind to parody food hysteria. All we need to know now is how much the lipids corsortia have paid to make you their whore!

It was really a triple blind as I was unaware that I was doing it. But that is the whole point. I am never right but, like us all, I am until I am not. In this case, however, I was both right and wrong as we all were and are and always will be.

But his punctuation sucks.

"Your blog, your rules, your censor's pen. Enjoy."

There are a few apostrophe's missing... like THREE.

gorthos, that wasn't ry, that was the other <a href=http://genx40.com/archives/2006/december/transfat#reply79902">fella</a>.

Ry rocks.

When is the GX40 Christmas Party?

Like we need a non-linking Randian with dreams of grandeur. Censorship...no, dehumanization - to avoid such vacuous tedium is a rule and a responsibility around here. There are limits to the patience of Canada's Gentleman Blogger^{<small>tm</small>}.

Huh? The rage was directed at you Al. It was directed at someone else. If it there was any insulting it wasn't directed at you. Man, my aim sucks. First John thinks I'm taking pot shots at him, when I was using absurdism, and now the insults I intentionally hurled here are off their mark by several degrees of longitude. I trully just need to pack it in and call it a day before I wind up killing a stray monkey or something. Who hid the rootbeer and Pringles?

And yes, gorthos is correct. my spelling and grammer and punctuation trully do suck.

My rage is directed toward society.

Nonsense - I want those insults all to myself. I wallow in them rejoice in their proof of my humanity.

Here, ry, have a Dorito.

I was thinking this might be a good juncture to share my Olestra story. Then I decided never is a good time to share my Olestra story.

>"Your blog, your rules, your censor's pen. Enjoy."

>There are a few apostrophe's missing... like THREE.

Go on, Mr Grammar...rewrite the phrase and show us where the three missing apostrophes belong.

There aren't any missing mister angry pants.

Angry pants, angry pants, nya nya nya nya nyaaaaaa!

Here, gorthos, have a Dorito.

I wish I had a dorito. Home alone with tea and coke zero and no snacks.. :( Guess I have to get dressed and go shop.

Am I invited to this GX40 Christmas party? I will bring the Doritos, but I have no angry pants to wear.

Maggs, aren't you better with M&Ms? And you don't need angry pants, from what I heard about the DC pub crawl(she pub crawls fellas).

"Then I decided never is a good time to share my Olestra story." Heh. But then I could tell the story about the time I was working a time trial race where a guy drank a water bottle full of baking soda laced water before getting on his bike, with much hillarity following there after.

When I grow up, I want to be a crazed angry chemist.