Wow, man, you thought a guy blowing his brains out was funny.

Honestly, I don't even know what to say to that. I really was hoping you'd come out and say that it was the wrong link or something, some sort of accidental faux pas. It kind of sickens me that you're always propping yourself up as this bastion of American civility, this unflinchingly moral and responsible person, pointing your finger at foreigners and Muslims and liberals. But you think snuff is funny.

What next? Kiddie porn? Or is that too much for you?

Honestly, I'm not kidding. I'm sad. I'm really fucking sad right now. I feel bad for you. I feel bad for me, having seen that shit. That really bothered me, it upset me deeply, and I'm being honest here, it made me sick. I find it saddening that you found humor in it.

I don't know if I can stick around here anymore. I can abide a lot of shit. I can put up with all kinds of derision, poop humor, yo mama jokes, vicious ribbing in all its forms. But I draw the line at snuff films. Never thought I'd say those words, but there they are.

I draw the line at snuff films.

And I won't hang out or listen to, either physically or digitally, anyone who finds a man blowing his brains out in a police station funny. It's not funny.

That's pretty much where I'm at right now. Don't bother responding, 'cause I'm not sure if I care to hear it.