Watching this class of cheap-seat-dwelling dipshit doomers spout off about whose ass they’re going to kick, or the civil war they’re going to pretend to fight, is one of the most amusing parts of my long and busy day. They’re collectively about five feet tall, weigh a buck-twenty soaking wet, and spend their days talking about how they’re gonna whack this dude or that dude. Let’s be clear: You’re not gonna do shit. You’re never going to do shit except sit behind your computer making mean faces as your tentacle-porn session winds down and your wife and kids disown you for being a loser at life, parenting, breathing, and just about everything else. You and your clown car of wannabe somethings are being laughed at, not with. But thanks for the laughs today. Good job.