I am most embarrassed to realize how far I've allowed this situation to deteriorate. It is not my purpose or my goal to use this blog as a personal vendetta against those who I feel have wronged me. I don't need to care so much about what people say about me. I can't afford the time; none of us can. We are in a serious crisis that means we put out petty differences aside if we expect to save anything, especially ourselves. Like Constance and all of you, my work hours are so limited by the conditions under which I've chosen to live that that fact alone should have been a good enough reason to ignore the bs.
I know who my enemy is. It's not Constance Cumbey or the people who comment on her blog. My only excuse for indulging is the charges of anti-Semitism hurt me more than any of the other mean things that have been said about me since I started full time volunteering for the "War to Save the American political system." I've been called a wacko, nutcase, screwball, conspiracy theorist, tin foil hat, ignorant, stupid, blah, blah, blah. While I quit letting all that kind of ridicule get to me, I can see now that I have not reconciled my extreme reluctance to having to write about religions which other people totally believe in. It's one of the most brilliant parts of the whole game plan. If I reject religion and the conflicts between them, my only option is to agree with the Marxist Communitarians and believe it's the "opiate of the masses." I wish I could remember the name of the writer who called it "the cyanide."
My most humble apologies to Constance and anyone else offended by my words. I've made many mistakes but will try my best to avoid making this same one in the future.