If you persistently say bad things about someone, people will begin to believe your accusations, even if they are not true.

Again, you are fully aware that what you’re implying is untrue. I’m afraid, this is what appears to be rather unpleasant about your personality.

Idiot.

Si certainly has no friends, as he has clearly not read even the second paragraph of my blog. A letter in the Western Mail said that as 80pc of AMs speak Welsh, the Assembly should not be allowed the power make legislation on the language (which it possesses whatever backwoodsmen in Westminster would like to argue).

If Si had ever attended the Assembly, he would realise pretty quickly what the language of the Assembly is… and that is English.

There are few imputations in my blog, just facts about the use of Welsh in the Assembly.

I certainly insinuated that the Mail writer is English and ignorant. Is Si trying to claim that noone who is English is ignorant ? Particularly on the language issue ?

Si of course is hiding behing a pseudonym. You can say all sorts of rubbish when you are hidden. I would say you yourself are incredibly ignorant; perhaps an Englishman who would be scared to cross the border in case everyone spoke to him in Welsh.

As for the comments about the BNP … that follows from the ridiculous exaggeration by the Mule letter-writer. It’s an argument of the Goebbels “lie”.

On a newspaper, there are two views about ridiculous letters. The first is, don’t print them. If the Mule didn’t realise the letter was ridiculous, they have obviously a person in their letters department who has written his own redundancy notice (there must be a renewed call for redundancies before long).

The second argument – the one I suspect the Mule is following – is print such letters for the row they will produce. Mind you, that’s one way of losing your more intelligent readers … Which might explain why they don’t have many left.

You are fully aware that what you are implying is untrue. From my perspective, it sounds you have a chip on the shoulder, personal vendetta or whatever. Go on a stress management course, have a pint, whatever makes you happy. Please, for your sake, get rid of this anger which appears to ferment inside you.