Artlangers invent languages for the joy of it. They follow their whims and freely admit that they have done so. You vile auxlangers will not admit that you have yielded to whims, choosing instead to concoct elaborate webs of rationalization about your imaginary future users. You auxlangers use your projects as clubs to whack each other on the head; the only joy you get out of glossopoeia is in the argumentation that you hope to incite. Shame on you.

At one point in your limited attempt toward sophisticated insultry, you said that Norm would have to be capable of losing an argument with green-eyed algae (or some such drivel).

regular unmaskings of criminals

The Charonian journey will soon be taken.