They never fail to disgust, do they, the sick ****s? They remind me of a bunch of teenage kids sitting around mama's living room - one farts and the rest giggle, then another farts and they giggle again and it continues around the room, only farting teenagers aren't nearly as malevolent as this bunch. I have no doubt that in real life they're a bunch of sneaky cowards, secretively performing little spiteful acts against those they dislike, kicking the neighbor's cat, spitting on the hamburger they're frying up at McD's for the cop in the drive-thru, keying the paint of the stranger's car with a religious symbol on it, etc.
They're punks. Spiteful, cowardly punks who live meaningless, frustration-filled lives except for what time they can share with other spiteful, cowardly punks on the internet convincing one another they hold some significance, madly waving their internet wangs at one another in a frenzy of cathartic circle-jerk-ness until they fall into bed exhausted. Then they masturbate for real and fall asleep between sticky sheets before getting up the next day and starting the cycle all over again. What sad little Orcs they are.
