Once a puerile pair of gloves has done its busy face-slapping business across one's cheeks and jaw, and are then are hurled at one's feet, one does not usually check for the moth holes in the fabric of the argument let alone the gloves.

But you did.

And in the process of explaining your mea culpa, you killed his 'thesis' with kindness, using the very language he should have been using in the first place.

Oh the irony!

So here's a 'serious' academic' who engages in world conflict resolution, using the antithesis of what should be in his consensus-building dialogue toolkit by pulling out his precious grade five slingshot: the one he named in true animistic style My Little Diatribe.

Diatribe: 'Whiteboy and the Gaslighters' second biggest hit.