Imagine you're an average detective -- your basic White guy PI.

And you decided to find out some stuff about a target. You start asking questions and combing databases. The very first day, somebody tells you, "You don't know your target's name." This confuses you because you have a name. "No," you're told, "that's not his name." You shrug this off because you were told by somebody else that the name you have is the name you're looking for.

About six weeks later, you catch a break. You find somebody who actually has knowledge of your target, and he tells you, "Yeah, I know of this guy. But the name you're searching isn't his real name, but I can't give you his real name."

So, how would you feel about your six weeks of work? Would you feel like a genius because in only six weeks you determined that you were looking for the wrong name, or are you a complete idiot for not listening when somebody told you clearly and repeatedly that you didn't have the correct name?

Is somebody investigating you Buzz?

But they'd have a fun time searching the White Pages for Clik, Buzz.

I'll be damned if I can find it.

-Hoot

:evilgrin:

-Hoot

It used to happen, I swear it did. They had editors, then...

I gave you no context, so you created some.

Well done!

Who could possibly be a bigger coward than someone who would call the police about someone whom he has never met and knows only through postings on a bulletin board? (That's a rhetorical question -- there is no bigger coward.)

So, Mr PI, while you continue to hide behind your anonymity, you call the cops on somebody for no other reason than because you can. Unfortunately for you, that puts you at the bottom of the food chain. So sad. Have you considered seeking help for your obvious condition?