Most recently I received an email that my “Admirer” (yes I’m fond of him too) was spouting off some nonsensical jargon, and I should have a look. I rolled my eyes and sighed, as I clicked on the link. Do I really have time today for Barford’s BS?
Mr. Barford’s “Rage against the Machine”, as I’ve coined it (machine meaning metal detector, and rage meaning his demeanor) was in full swing.
He obviously didn’t take the time to read the accompanying story that went with the cover photo, and because there was some greenery in the photo background, he assumed The Searcher was trying to promote detecting in “Pasture”.
Now I don’t know what this “Pasture” is that he’s going on about, and if as he pointed out I would read the article describing it, I would know, but since Mr. Barford didn’t read the article that went along with the cover photo, then I’m just going to be stubborn and not read his recommended article. So nannee nannee poo poo to you Mr. Barford :-p
I hesitate to post a link to his blog, for ethical reasons, but you can check out Barfords rantings here if you’re so inclined.
I’ve wasted too much time on this today, time to go detecting.