[For anyone's use:] To our old nemesis: we’ve taken your comments under consideration, and determined your services are no longer wanted. The praise was nice when it came; there were days we believed in you – too much, and we were shaken too much by your censure later. Now we’re firm in our request that you go – and we will amaze you soon, you stuffy graybeards, when we waken to our full power, and like olden Sherman set this dusty bucolic landscape ablaze. In short: you can save your never-ending sermon, save your judgments, your hoary purblind gaze. For we will not be changing our ways. We will not be changing our ways.