On 17/05/2015 2:15 AM, Peter T. Daniels wrote:
> Charles Bishop wrote:
I have posted some of this before; watch as I repeat myself, in what I
hope will pass for even tones, before your astonished eyes.
I am a "gmail user". I send my email from an address that ends
"@
gmail.com". I do not use net-access to GoogleGroups in order to read
and post to this group, but use Thunderbird to go through the best
newsclient I can get, aioe.
I do not pick up old messages and reply to them, because I do not see
them. Decent newsclients do not archive old messages for years, even as
haphazardly as GooGoo does it, but allow you to see only postings of the
last few months at most. Only users who go to GooGroo for their daily
read ever see such messages, unless someone who does go there reposts
them in the present day. Therefore it is only they who have the
opportunity to revive them.
Many, perhaps most, of those users are also "gmail users", because that
is promoted by many sellers who sell preloaded laptops, and because they
are lazy and naive like me, but that has nothing to do with their access
to old messages, and therefore nothing to do with their ability to
revive them. Some years ago, when my email address ended
in "@
sprint.ca", I could still find and read old messages by, and only
by, opening GoogleGroups.
There is no reason for your habit of last-ditch defence. To err is
human. No one here but you wil ever be surprised or offended to find
that you (or they) have been wrong about something. To disagree with
your position on some point is not to attack you personally. You face
no existential threat when that happens; still less when someone
disparages Google Inc.
Personal attcks on you, which are indeed made, are made primarily in
response to your posting style, not to your assertions of opinion: many
of your opinions are correct (which is to say that I agree with them);
some are not. Please try to abandon insistent ownership of these
positions when it becomes obvious that agreement will not be reached, if
only to avoid the kind of frustration that leads to unseemly virtual
screaming. Meditate on the mantra "agree to disagree".
I allow myself a moment of extreme patriotic* emotion:
HAPPY VIRTUAL BIRTHDAY, DEAR DEAD QUEEN VICTORIA. WE WILL SET OFF
FIREWORKS TONIGHT IN YOUR HONOUR, AND I PERSONALLY WILL CONSIDER MAKING
AND EATING A DISH OF TOAD-IN-THE-HOLE. HIPHIP ...
*(perhaps the wrong word)