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I'm sure I'm in the minority, but I think it looks awful even if it had the proper brackets. I'm thinking of function in a MN winter as well and all that would collect in it. Not to mention anything that would damage the differential isn't going to protect it with that skid plate.

It’s truly a testament to your focus that you’ve managed to turn a suit-wearing reptile into a sweeping indictment of modern epistemology. Most people would probably assume the 'kangaroo' crowd was just making a joke, but your commitment to treating a hypothetical reptile as a literal battleground for the soul of objective truth is... deeply committed.

Agreed. The word salad spoken about at the bottom is more accurate.

I apologize. I guess I need to back up my opinion with 86 paragraphs that say nothing but purportedly prove my point. I'll do better next time.

To hear (read) himself talk is my guess.

As usual his word count is lengthy, but doesn't actually say anything.

Usually not worth explaining yourself. You'll get a response with a lot of words that say nothing. Good luck.

Now lemme tell ya somethin’, I don’t care what that there Newton feller says, I been fightin’ gravity my whole life and I’m still standin’. Dropped a hammer once, it floated… swear on my cousin’s airboat. Physics? Ain’t never met him, but he sounds uppity. And chemistry? Shoot, I been mixin’ bleach ‘n gasoline since I was knee-high, and look at me, still got most my eyebrows. Folks keep sayin’ “you need proof,” but I say if you holler loud enough, proof’ll come find you.

Oh, willfulness—the spice of any good internet group stew! Without it, how would we ever distinguish between the humble truth-seekers and the keyboard conquistadors, valiantly defending their right to be aggressively misinformed? I must admit, I too once labored under the tragic delusion that the pot-stirring might be about me. Alas, it turns out I’m merely a spectator in the Colosseum of Comment Sections, where the willful gladiators swing their rhetorical swords at shadows. And lo! When the helpful ones take their ball and go home, the disruptors begin to eat their own! Shakespeare couldn’t have written a better farce. And let us not forget the real pièce de résistance: the insidious undermining of the uncertain. A noble act, if your life’s goal is to paralyze progress and sow enough doubt to derail even the most basic of understandings. Who needs facts when you can just feel your way through misinformation? Yes, these brave disruptors are not merely mistaken - they are WILFUL. A rare breed, possessed by the unwavering commitment to missing the point on purpose. The weak are willful. The strong are attacked. The threads are long. The conclusions are skipped like a Terms of Service agreement. But don’t worry. Somewhere, in the silent majority, someone is scrolling and nodding quietly, harvesting morsels of truth like digital truffle pigs. So carry on, O willful warriors of the web. The rest of us have noise-canceling headphones.

Yes it's exhausting.

Brings back a memory of starting up the pump for the well up at our family cabin when I was 6 or 7. I was helping my dad and I hit a live wire with the wrench and got zapped. Was nothing big, but he was in tears laughing at my reaction. Lost him less than 10 years later at the age of 15, but that is one of the funny memories I have.

It's like you're inside my mind

Can't wait to hear a 7 paragraph reply to this on why you're wrong.