I actually object far more to posters whose internet persona is polite and thoughtful here in the Treehouse, but in real life are rude, thoughtless, crass buffoons. All one needs to do here is skip to the next thread - on a golf course you're stuck for four hours, plus the cursory afterbeer.
Not mentioning any names of course.
There is no reason to call in the reinforcements for Mucci, I rather enjoy watching him feint and parry against a gangsome like Douglas Fairbanks; and just like in the movies, he and Shivas are always the last two standing. Which one plays the villain and which wears the white hat depends on the subject and your perspective.
You're obviously not picking on me because I expel the same amount of high-handed bluster and haughty conceit in person as here in the Treehouse. Every barroom needs a windy squawk on the corner stool sneaking Tabasco into margarita mix. Tasty going down, but it burns a bit on the other end.
And if our Barny is the bullseye in your crosshairs, with rare exception these days he rarely throws the first pie - and even when he does, it is filled with banana creme and not broken glass and gravel. I've admittedly been a bit guilty of putting razor blades in the Halloween candy when provoked by the occasional arrogant imbecile, but have promised Her Redness to make 2013 the year I quit surrendering to my malevolent impulses and barbarous sneers at the other side of the bell curve.
Everyone else seems reasonably well behaved given that disagreement is the engine that moves each thread forward.