It all happens to save the DUmmie goons from themselves.
Okay, you know, none of us likes the primitives, least of all franksolich.
In fact, I abhor, detest, loathe them to a degree almost supernatural, they're that bad.
But on the other hand, the primitives are human beings--sort of--too, and we're compelled by God to care about our fellow men.
I get
some joy out of it when a primitive messes up, hoping the primitive will learn a lesson.
But admittedly, I don't seem to get
as much joy as many others do.
Given the way the primitives are--especially the ways they're unabashedly uninhibited in giving real-life personal details about themselves--I think it's incumbent upon their boss Skins to guide and counsel them on means of protecting their identity on the internet. Maybe he should make that a requirement for membership on Skins's island; some sort of six-hour course on internet security, perhaps.
These people are retarded, and need treated thusly.