I tolerate color, defense, maneuver and feces; well, maybe not feces

Just because I’ve been defending my friend Jen on the SFist blog, I have been accused of working for her boyfriend’s office and now, someone tells me on my main blog that I have spelt defence wrong (the writer thinks it is defense) and, therefore, I must have gone to Stanford University. Can’t quite see the logic there.
   Lesson: when you don’t have a decent argument in return, since mine has still not been countered much in substance, then attack the person on something else that’s personal and off-topic. Clever. Not.
   It’s just too easy to strike back, but it would be like Einstein battling the third-grade science prize winner. Cripes, I wish dumbasses would just keep their mouths shut, go back to picking their noses, watch Survivor and wish that they could be Richard Hatch. Or whatever idiots do.
   And haven’t some folks in California, supposedly a cosmopolitan, progressive state, ever heard of English English—you know, the type used by a billion people in India, 60 million in the UK, and God knows how many in Her Majesty’s former colonies? This is not the first time I have had these so-called “educated” Americans have a go at us. No one in the movie theatre during Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery stood up and accused the American studio of spelling Ministry of Defence with an s. We simply know that there are 300 million people who do, and accept that as a minority usage. America is about celebrating those differences, not slamming someone who uses English in a different way. Ninety-nine point nine per cent of Americans get it (percentage evidently lower on the coasts).
   I’d hate to think how the anti-Jen camp deals with English speakers who have a different accent. God help the ignoramuses.