This is a very personal rant that gives some insight into James Dixon's psyche.
Dixon had a gift for getting you worked into a blind rage over frivolous minutia. He was always right. He knew he was always right; he'd say so loudly and often; and he never, ever conceded an argument.
If you offered to "agree to disagree," he rejected it. If you stopped responding, he goaded you. He was relentless. He could not and would not be placated short of public acknowledgement that he was the better man.
I have occasionally wondered if the creators of The Big Bang Theory knew of James Dixon when they were dreaming up Dr. Sheldon Cooper (at the time, we were told that the TNG character of Burlinghoff Rasmussen was based on Dixon's postings in the 1990s).
I have altered the format by making paragraph breaks. I tried to be gentle, but it had to be done. It was a literal wall of text 60K long.