Jeff,
Many years ago, we had a lunatic in the Treehouse whose moniker was "Johnny Thunders." He was sort of a cross between Barny's pinball pith and my discursive snark. I'm not sure he ever contributed much to the discussion of golf architecture, but his rock-throwing provocations were quite entertaining.
Don't know whether Ran pushed him out the Treehouse window or he jumped on his own, but like the real Johnny Thunders, one day - without reason or explanation - he was suddenly gone.
BTW, I decided to shut off my social media account before the fistwaving hoi polloi put a bounty on my head. Evidently, I'm so offensive, Facebook had to establish a refugee safe-space for people exposed to my toxicity.
Barny,
I guess it depends on how deep - and with what - you are trying to bore a homo.