'Cause Islam didn't make you a fearful little dick. Your fucked up mom and your absent dad did.

At this point, I don't know if I can hear the sad details. Your life probably makes Silkwood sound like Toy Story.

Wow...what a privilege.
--What's your name?
--Where did you grow up?
--What were your parents like?
--When did your dad leave/pass away/whatever?
--Is your social dysfunction due to a lack of attention or too much attention?
--Who are your heroes?
--What do you do for a living?
--What have you done for a living before?
--Do you have an education, other than the online blogs and shit you read?
--Do you have friends? Seriously? What are they like?
--What do you do for fun?
--Do you like little girls or little boys?
--How come you never joined the military?
--What's your favorite color? (Dead muslim is NOT a color)
--How old are you?
--What would you consider your formative moment?
--What one word would you consider defines your personality?
--Are you in therapy? Have you had professional "help" in this regard.
--What is your favorite food?
--If you could forcibly rape and strangle any child actor, which one would it be and why? (Don't be shocked at this question, we know you've thought long and hard about it.)
--Which (sub)culture do you dislike the most--muslims, homosexuals, latinos, or leftists? Be honest.
--How much time do you spend on internet chat forums? Again, be honest.
--Do you chat on the internet about anything other than politics, religion, etc.?
--What's the deal with the snuff films? Seriously.
--Do your friends, family, etc. (if they care or exist at all) know how much time you spend online, warning people of the dangers that lurk around them?
--When was the last party you went to? What did you talk about at the party? Would you say you had a good time?

Okay...I've got a thousand more questions, but that should do it for now. Remember, you're a tough guy, so these questions shouldn't pose too much of a threat to such a tough guy.

Why me? What did I ever do to you? Hey, I didn't run out on your mom. Don't blame shift with me.

If you haven't figured out that I'm being sarcastic about you being a tough guy, then you've got issues. I mean, beyond the oedipal thing.

No. Ya can't. That's the point. Tough guys don't whine. Tough guys don't live in constant fear of the people around them. You don't get that you live in total fear, that you propagate and perpetrate fear. You have all this vitriol exactly because you're afraid. There's one thing I know, in all seriousness, and that is that you are absolutely, positively not a happy person. You are miserable. Every time you come on here to post, you leave behind the stench of fear and misery. Sorry, but them's the facts, kid. I know I'm not the only one that thinks this.

Yeah, I bet you're a real peach to be around. Even if you lie to us, you ain't lyin' to yourself, and I sure as shit ain't believing it.