Indifferent strokes

A chap named Thomas Jones once said, "Friends may come and go, but enemies accumulate."

Steve H. says three people absolutely loathe him, and it was pretty much inevitable:

This doesn't work in reverse, though: just because you have trials and/or tribulations, it isn't a sign that you're on the side of the angels.

I don't think anyone actually hates me, though I can think of one or two who would probably be more comfortable if I'd forget to pay my hosting bill (which, incidentally, is paid through December). Nothing personal, necessarily; it could simply be that my somewhat-contradictory persona as a moderately-apolitical political junkie — I'm a big fan of gridlock, which offends that segment of the electorate which thinks that government should constantly be doing something — is something they reckon ought not to be encouraged, especially since my readership has grown beyond people who have me on speed dial.

So I'm not in the same boat as Steve. But you probably won't find me next to Moira Breen either:

The combination of brilliant (so I read) and gorgeous (so I am assured by David Fleck) is always a draw. Not that I ever had any substantial quantities of either.