The "war" is over. I realized today that the enemy is so clueless that it would serve no purpose to escalate this conflict. I received an e-mail from the head of The Children's Television Sweatshop (the Autocrat of the Children's Table, as it were) and realized that my rage was wasted on one as oblivious to the feelings of others as the Generalissimo:


Hi Andy,
I was disappointed to hear from T____ that you and your wife had decided not to continue with the radio station project. If you have any concerns you would like to discuss with me, please feel free to do so.

I was hoping you might be interested in appearing on [The Children's Television Sweatshop] this fall, if you'd like to discuss it please let me know.

Ron


Maybe he didn't realize just who he was calling a coward for taking insulin--but I don't think so. He's just so dense that he believes he can say ANYTHING to ANYBODY and they'll still think he's wonderful and want to do his bidding. Mad? Not anymore. I spent the afternoon laughing my ass off.