Yeah, I know. I sometimes wonder if Trucker is my brother. Every time I talk to him, which is around once in 5 years or so anymore, he's just recently, finally figured out how to use the tools good ol'e Art so graciously gave him. Every damned time!
I wouldn't mind his eccentricity so much if those tools didn't include a need to condemn and deride me for rejecting the religion.
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid
of the dark. The real tragedy of life is
when men are afraid of the light.
--Plato
