Originally Posted by
redietz
That's all bullshit from you, mickey, and you know it. You are the one who has bullshitted everybody.
Go ahead and pull up the QUOTES where I said I'd be appearing on the podcast. Not that I was amenable to it, but that I had spoken with Munchkin and would be appearing on it. There are none.
The bullshit comes from your end, with you saying Munchkin wanted me on. The fact is that Dancer has qualms about allowing anybody who rolls his eyes at the ubiquitous use of the "AP" label on the podcast, so I assume that's why he's reticent to have me on. In fact, the last lunch I had with Munchkin, I said I'd be willing to be on pretty much any time, and he said he'd get back to me.
Now before mickey goes off and says, "Well, that proves you have no credentials -- LOL," which is what he'll say, let me add that....
No, you know what, let mickey have his say. Then I'll respond.
Mickey, you have devolved into a Grade A bullshitter. Munchkin never told you he'd definitely have me on, obviously, so what is your trick here? Tell me he'll have me on, he decides that's not a good idea, and then you claim I don't pass muster? I pass muster, my friend, but alienating half his audience is probably what Dancer is concerned about if I don't play nice.
It's disturbing that you flat-out lie about this stuff.
Anybody who has any questions about any of this should just email Munchkin. Easy Peasie. I assume his email is available via the LVA, so I won't give it out here. That's all I'll say for now. Email Munchkin directly and ask him (1) if I had lunches with him, (2) was I amenable to going on the show, and (3) did I pass any kind of fact check or reputation check? Instead of reading mickey's bullshit, just go to the source.
Mickey, I understand you probably have some dementia issues, and that's why I've been relatively respectful. I'm sure people have noticed that I've held my tongue with you quite a bit lately. I have even said some nice things. I have experience with people with the onset of dementia. They get facts wrong; they get nasty. Their personalities change. But, as with my father, they can sometimes do simple math as well as they ever could. I'm not going to sit here and engage in some back-and-forth and berate somebody who I think has dementia. I didn't argue with my father; I won't argue with you. That's respect.
So you have a good life.
Anybody who wants the reality of this nonsense should just contact Munchkin. That's easy enough.