All I can say is, if you're going to wade into the quicksand with Mushy and D', first you should tie a good stout rope around your waist, with the other end attached securely to a thick, well-rooted tree situated out of the mucky swamp-zone.
Eventually, you will find yourself up to your neck in it, you'll be flailing wildly, screaming curses, thinking bloody thoughts that are not normally part of your nature. That's when the rope will come in handy.
Me, I just quit reading their vile swill, and I have to tell you: I haven't missed it one bit! Neither has added anything substantive or constructive to the conversation, in years. It's unlikely in the extreme, that will change anytime soon.
Good luck, Avfan! Au revoir. Oy vey.