Actually, I've been thinking more about how anyone could possibly accuse me of being knowledgeable about the Renegade.
I suppose it's because I was a DoD civilian policy specialist (some would say "expert," again wrongly) for many years before retiring. In the intelligence arena. Where you really had to know your legal and regulatory stuff, because people (like me) really can go to jail. Or worse.
Or, rather not know all of it; but for dam' sure had to know where to look it up.
And I learned that trick when I was a young Army First Lieutenant, a tank company executive officer in Germany in the late 1970s. One of my jobs was as the company arms room officer. We had a big annual inspection one year (everybody in the Army knows what an IG Inspection is).
There was a short, gruff, *******-looking Staff Sergeant (I want to say cigar-chomping, but I don't actually remember that) on the division staff doing the arms room inspection. He kept asking about what the procedures were for this or that -- like "How often are you supposed to check for xxx on your M1911A1 forty-fives?"
We (the company armorer or I) would tell him. He'd then drawl, "OK, show me where that's required. Ed-ju-ma-cate me."
So we'd have to look it up in whatever manual and show him. He knew very well what the answer was. But it was always "ed-ju-ma-cate me." Show me where it's written.
For the next 45 years, I knew that pissing contests were very seldom the way to settle arguments. "Uh-huh!" "Nuh-uh!"
The way to do it was to find where it's written and show it, chapter-and-verse. Or, many times when I did that, admit I was wrong.
Sorry for the long hijack...