What work? You are my living example of a dog that returns to its own vomit. But offering truth is merely my obligation as a human being. It is no work. You seem to think it is, but you have been wrong about so much, a little more won't matter. (By the way, if you have a 150-foot tree, it better be 150+ feet away from your house. I'm surrounded by 100-foot trees. A nasty scene when they decide to fall.)

I notice you have abandoned the Flat Earth advocacy. Not very rewarding, was it? Not much there. Possibly you have been making a HUGE mistake. Not easy to live with. I think the reason you cannot give this up is that, like all persons, you are fatally fascinated with the truth---even when you oppose it. It's like you know it actually MATTERS---and you need to know what it is, in order to figure out how to respond.

And you are still reading it. Your language hasn't improved. Mentally, you haven't left the schoolyard, where the competition between those who can do nothing at sports is to come up with brilliant insults and curses. What a pity. Here you have the Wisdom of the Flat Earth, and you squander your time failing to deal with the challenges of a Round Earther. You are a complete failure, you know. While you and your pals have been following a loony idea for the past 500 years, the rest of humanity has circumnavigated the globe by sea, air, and outer space, gone to the Moon, and photographed the whole Earth...and you can't do anything about it. I just love to watch how a pathetically impotent person can claim to Know It All. Right on, genius. Come up with another snarky obscenity. I know you have it in you.