Dang. It's awful getting old. Some of these things just go right over my head.

Here I was thinking that lively, spirited discussion was the stuff of life, that this site was a place where "family" could carry on, disagree, fuss, and make jokes without anyone taking much of anything too seriously. Contemporary vs. traditional is like . . . well, kids' clothes vs. old geezers' clothes. (We all know the geezers are correct!)

And now I find out that when I call myself the "Kilt Police," it's a pejorative. I meant it as a joke, kind of a self-effacing hyperbole with me as the butt of the joke. Now I see that I've been insulting myself all along. I shall be forced to send myself to time-out, restrict my personal play time, and write "I will not use pejoratives about me any more" 1000 times on the board.

Of course, when someone disagrees with me, they really are being the Kilt Police and should be castigated with all haste and alacrity.

In all seriousness, I do think that this is not exactly anything that any of us should be up in arms about. The site changes, shifts, evolves, and grows--or contracts--as a product of natural selection. And as long as we all follow the site rules set forth clearly--play nice, keep religion and politics out of it, be civil, and share your toys--there's no reason for us to do something. We aren't in a selective breeding experiment here where the perfect hog is our goal. We're a family of sorts, complete with old Uncle Harold that no one talks about (he stays in the basement).

So I think we should just let 'er go and see where she's headed. As long as we have guys like Panache and the other mods to keep the herd headed down the trail, it'll all be fine. New

So, having said all that--and it was a bunch--let me apologize all over myself if I have ever insulted anyone or hurt someone's feelings. That was never the intent, and I wouldn't want that. If you are still mad at me, then it is on your head.

And only JockScot and I are licensed to shoot those who diverge from good taste on sight!

That's a joke, son, I say, that's a joke. (Leghorn)

Sathor, you hit the nail on the head. And BresterB1, I'd like to volunteer as Sgt. Major of the drill team. Except for the pink parasol thing. I'd have to arrect you if I caught you with one of those.