The thing with those guys is, I end up feeling bad for them. You hit em with some irrefutable facts and they sort of fold, like the loud guy at the bar when you stand up to him. They all end up resorting the equivalent of, "Well *** you anyway!" accompanied by a fake laugh. Same in person as it is online. You realize how insecure and simple they are and you can't help but wonder, what am I doing arguing with this poor, miserable bastard? Behind all their anger is always a lot of sadness.
Pardon the rambling... it's the philanthropist in me...
Pardon the rambling... it's the philanthropist in me...

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