Astounding though it is, I am aware that this page is published on the Internet.
I never cease to marvel at people who read this page, then act as if 1) they caught me doing something covert and 2) that I should care. Clever, they. Trust that if I choose throw you under the bus, I've already decided you belong under wheel. Yelling "A-ha! It's come to my attention that you just threw me under a bus!" matters not at all, save some morbid curiosity about why you think your words matter to the guy who threw you there.
My favorite such chiding to date is "This, after I've always defended you when everyone criticized you!" That rebuke was from a middle-aged person, not from a 13 year old girl, and, not at all coincidentally, is symptomatic of the childish, bunglingly manipulative behavior that got them under wheel in the first place. Elegant in its symmetry.
To summarize: that you're yak dung who doesn't matter might constitute current events to you, but it's history to me. There's the door. Try leaving with dignity.