Ah, perfect. Exactly what I'd expect from a ~105 IQ rum-the-lash-and-buggary garbage scow cabin boy with no appreciation for anything outside his own limited, limiting experience.
When all else fails, marshal every shred of your ability to attack your opponent's...typo. Indeed, since that's the depth of error you can understand, let alone attack, go with what you know, girl. Well done! I wish there were such simple mistakes on your part I could assail, but alas, your flaws and shortcoming are far, far more grievous and broad. For example, I wouldn't dream of attacking your failure to capitalize "Mr.", because you have significantly deeper flaws than (what I assume are) your clumsy fingers. Let's tend to those.
Just FYI, the phrase was originally applied to the British Navy by Winston Churchill (you've probably have never heard of him, but he was a magnificent Brit) and the point was that those hardy souls who go down to the sea in ships are not quite as noble as they'd have you believe. In fact, quite a significant number of them are coarse, undisciplined, and conveniently gay. Don't worry, I wouldn't expect any superior behavior from you. It would be rude and unrealistic of me, given the peak of your demonstrated abilities and your chosen vocation (assuming you weren't Shanghai'd into Big Gay Al's Boat Adventure) .
Thank heavens you don't refer to yourself as the "Atomic Intellect", or "Atomic Competency", or "Atomic Barely Adequate". Those would all be misleading. I think your handle suits your perfectly. The only alternatives I might suggest would be "Irritating, Partially Digested Ejecta", or maybe "Radioactive Sick", but those would take you too long to type, and you'd likely misspell them. And then you'd attack yourself like an auto-erotic monkey in a digital zoo. And nobody wants to see that.
At any rate, as for Maine, a state responsible for the two most traitorous Republicans in the Senate, within which you've (previously) decided to ply your trade (such as it is), I can only guess what vile personality traits someone "born & raised in Woods Hole, MA" would be expressing to live in that rotting vestibule of liberalism. I guess they are more forgiving of ocean-based pederasts and simpletons than real seamen in red states, eh? Or maybe you just like being a barely-nominal fish in a sub-standard pond? But oh my, even that crap pile was too challenging for you.
Banished to NYC were you? What, outstanding warrants? Or do you have an insatiable taste for the "cabaret"?
How are your blog hits? Couldn't help but notice that your over-developed desire for attention (no doubt as a coping mechanism for your under-developed childhood parental attention experience, due to your missing or distant father/mother) seems to eclipse what a normal man would display in terms of modesty and decency in a forum which frowns on blog pimping.
But subtlety, decorum, and honor aren't *really* things that pester you, are they? No.
But as I've said before, we understand. You do the best you can. Now, please do continue your projectionist fantasies about other people's homosexuality. I'm sure it eases the pain of being a garbage scow cabin boy in New York City, surrounded by lonely, sweaty, illiterate men who wait diligently for you to land face-down in your pillow, and weep about the father you never knew.
I guess my only remaining question is, which church address do you report to on a semi-regular basis to claim holiness?
The traits of you bed-wetters, you see, are quite predictable, and for statistical completeness, I'd like to know the denomination.
Oh, and keep up the CafePress pimping. I can only imagine the dire straits your ocean-faring business is in, given your exhibited skills in discourse. Sell more T-shirts.
Let me know when you go belly-up so I can pick up your assets for pennies on the dollar. I might even hire you. But probably not.
Frowning takes 68 muscles.
Smiling takes 6.
Pulling this trigger takes 2.
I'm lazy.