It only takes once as a child to forever associate a burning open flame with pain by poking an exposed finger too near. Then why can't I learn this simple lesson as an adult? I keep looking in on the blog written by an arrogant ne'er do well that just happens to be homeless. He consistently pisses me off with the misinformation he is spouting to his 300 something readers. I should quit reading, right? I should just be glad he is no longer writing to thousands. I keep sticking my finger into the flame and getting burned again and again, though. It brings out an ugly, mean side of me that I don't like to experience -- a virulent spiteful little petulant being intent on proving this voluntarily homeless person wrong. Five long years I have been doing this with the same net result: I get burned and feel badly about it. It ruins my evening and gives him all the power. Who is the idiot here? ME!