Well, being called a totall ASS!!! by a few n00bs is about normal, and it makes absolutely no difference to me whatsoever, but having people heaving Ralph Waldo Emerson quotes at me Is a little bit scary...
And just for the hell of it, I might as well post the primary reason why I'm like this. As far as REALLY understanding how serious the consequences of a screwup are, there are two kinds or people: Those that understand it and get it, and those that have no clue and believe that "something that awful could never happen to me". What that really means is there are people who have suffered permanent and irreversible injury to themselves, and there are people who haven't. It's pretty much that simple. My education occurred at age 19, we were snowed in at the time, and I screwed up with a snowblower and got my left hand pretty well mangled. Had to sit in a chair for three hours and watch the marrow ooze out of what was left of my finger bones until they could get the roads plowed. Rodentman gets it, because he's missing a leg from some idiot hitting him while he was on his motorcycle, and it wasn't in any way his fault. 1911fan got it - he saw a guy who cooked up a really bad handload for a rifle, and the bolt blew its lugs and came back and sheared off good chunk of the right side of the guy's face. I think the guy died somewhat later...
And that's just a little moment in the past - now Sasha and I do volunteer work 4 days a week, with one day at Our Lady of peace Hospice (all terminal cancer patients), and three days a week at Bethesda St. Paul, which is THE premier brain injury/critical injury rehab hospital in the stae, excepting Mayo. So we see the worst of the worst 4 times a week, and all are pretty much victims of the most monstrous and incomprehensible catastrophes that can happen to people, be it their own fault or somebody else's. I won't go into any details because of patient confidentiality, but Sasha and I see it all, and 95% or more of the time Sasha can make their day better, even if they are still partially in a coma or only partially conscious. That's the world I live in, and ther are very few people who can follow in my footsteps, and Bethesda's reptuation scares away most therapy dog teams.
So when some Joe Blow offers up a box of mixed max and min power handloads for sale to anybody during an ammo famine, and that's something so unconscionable that I've never even heard of it before, I get honked off, and I think I have a right to my opinion, based on all the experience I've had working with people who are recovering from disasters they they never thought could happen to them, of that they could cause by their own ignorant negligence. And let's be real clear about the chances of me personally winding up with the end result of something like this on my doorstep: Unless they're South of Goodhue County, it's 90% likely I will personally see these people three times a week until they either walk out under their own power or fail to make the cut and wind up in a long term care home.
So yeah, I got a real attitude problem with people in here who could get themselves hurt, or even worse get somebody else hurt with handloading, and if you get hurty feelings about getting called on doing something with potentially catastrophic consequences, I could care less. I can't ever go back to the blissfully ignorant world you live in, and it's unlikely that you will ever be permanently deported to the one I live in because of one of your own screwups. So be safe out there, because the troll is waiting for you, and he has infinte patience and time on his hands..
Oh, there are already at least three members of this board who have crossed our path through no fault of their own, and I think all 3 will vouch for the fact that we made a positive difference during a very hard time in their lives.