Well since you ask, I find it amusing, but I don't think it's jockily joking, but deadly serious. Sides have been drawn up and wits deployed. The fate of the Free World (tm) hangs in the balance. When the UFO / grammar maven / mother country ship comes, there'll be those who are elect and those who are preterite, and, mind you, no solecism be left behind. That is: those who haven't mastered subject predicate concord, or mesmerized (Inshallah) the Divine LXIX Theses of Brother Hamster Shturnk or Fryar Tux Wide, or worked out the Miracle of the Phrasal Genitive, etc., etc.


Ceci n'est pas un seing.