Whoops. I went somewhere I shouldn't have gone on the Web yesterday. (No, not what you're thinking, this was perfectly SFW, just not safe for mental composure.)
Going there wasn't the problem. Getting involved was the problem.
Won't happen again. Well, at least not this week. I can get in enough trouble with comments and posts hereabout, and with my "too nuanced for either side" stances in Cites & Insights. This extra trouble I didn't need. My own stupid fault: As noted, I was somewhere I shouldn't have been...
The subject: Other old farts may remember Big John & Sparky [NOT the newer religious-indoctrination show], which got me up on Saturday mornings back when radio was, well, radio. Its theme was "Teddy Bears' Picnic," from whence this line comes. Man, it's amazing I can learn anything new at all, with almost six decades of c**p stuck in my brain!
Update, October 7:
I belatedly realized that the subject of this post may give a misleading impression--that is, that I might return to a weblog and comment "in disguise."
I don't maintain pseudonyms. I don't use pseudonyms. The only time I ever comment "anonymously" is with Blogger logs that require you to establish an account before posting with name, but let you post anonymously--and then, I always include my name.
(I did go back to the scene of this foofaraw, and see loads of comments that refer to me. None of them came from me, and none will. Some day I'll learn to look through some examples of how comments are treated on a log before stepping into the fray. Of course, I may be dead five days before I learn that, but there's always hope.)