Some people just aren’t happy unless they’re making someone else miserable. You know the ones: they hide behind multiple screen names on social networks, spewing venom at anyone who will watch/read their pathetic drivel. It’s easy to be a tough guy on the internet.
One poor, deluded young man in Texas has decided to wage war with me on YouTube. Not because of anything I’ve done, mind you, but because of something a friend of mine did. Personally, I think my friend should just walk away from these pizza-faced geeks; they’re really not worth the effort. But that’s his affair, and I don’t interfere in such things.
To be honest, I almost feel sorry for the little twerp, who probably lives in his mother’s basement and is frustrated with his inability to get laid. He’s a big fan of the NRA, which makes perfect sense: he’s a textbook example of the right-wing nut job who needs a rifle to compensate for his small penis.
He thinks he’s clever, downloading clips from my own YouTube channel and getting all Andrew Breitbart with them, but his attempts are lame, and only serve to show the rest of the world what a loser he is. As Yul Brynner said in The Ten Commandments, “Let him speak, so that men may know him mad.”
In a word, he’s a cyberbully. He’s got multiple online personae, and has been trying to friend me on Facebook and follow me on Twitter. But I can smell a cyber-stalker a mile away, so I block him every time. He might as well give up trying. But of course, he won’t. He’s too stupid to realize how futile his efforts are. So be it.
So go ahead, Riley. Have your fun and show the world what a pathetic loser you are (not that they don’t already know). You may think your little cyber tricks are clever, but to me they’re old news. Hell, I invented most of them while you were still in diapers. You’re not hurting me any, you’re only bringing yourself down. I’ve wasted enough bandwidth on you.
Sorry about your small penis.
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