What we can't have is dithering. Shilly-shallying is not what we want. Nor, in an ideal world, would we want any Stumbling or Mumbling. That would not do. Not in the least.
However, the world - at least when I last received a report from a rather soggy Gentleman Usher of the Cat'o'Nine Tails from his vantage point in the OP atop the grace and favour apartment - is not ideal. So we will have to make do with the "snotty nosed little provincial oik" as he is. To confound things, he is rather good. Good enough, certainly, to be listed as an egg of that quality. Besides, he sends me a pleasing amount of traffic and, "hit-hound" and "page-view junky" that your grasping and miserly Pedant-General is, that is always a good thing.
At the other end of the scale, we have this stout gentleman. His arrival in the dreich end of the Scottish Blogosphere has been heralded already by a bewildering array of the great and the frankly terrifying.
Quite what the the Senior Citizen from Peebles would make of this lot I dread to think. We, the crusty old editorial team at "Infinitives Unsplit", doubt that
we, the crack young staff of “The Hatemonger’s Quarterly,”actually number more than one and hence cannot really be plonked under the "Group Blogs" heading. However, hailing as it does from the other side of the pond, we further doubt that such staff would be acquainted with the "Royal" use of the first person plural pronoun. Ergo, they must be sinister. I wouldn't put it past them to have plans to conquer the world and subject us all to as much hatemongering as we can collectively shake a stick at.
So that's settled.