You do.
You've spent the last two days focused on me, ostensibly because I painted a whole group with one broad brush and that twisted your knickers, but it's really because you're in a pissy mood and decided to vent your spleen at me, one of your favorite targets.
Why do we know that? Because someone has been doing the same thing you lost your mind over in P&R this whole time and... nary a peep from you.
It's fine that it's personal for you. I appreciate your focus. It's a blessing.
Just know that I don't feel the same.