The typically anonymous coward who was properly bitch-slapped yesterday swung by and apologized for his juvenile outburst while admitting he was too frightened to get together.
"You didn't get it. When I'm not losing all my money gambling and stealing more to feed my habit, I sit in my mom's basement attacking those over the internet (when she lets me use it) that I don't happen to agree with.
Since I'm one of those clowns who has to stay home with an ankle bracelet or risk violating my probation and going back to jail, I can't leave here to meet you. Besides, since I'm one of the anonymous cowards that act like a tough guy behind the keyboard while completely unable to back it up, there's no way I could ever look you in the eye and talk this kind of crap... because it could get painful... for me.
Typically, when I'm off my meds, I get like this. But I have to be careful or they force me back into the hospital. I'll try and do better in the future."I couldn't post any more of his rambling, incoherent babble. After cleaning it up, this is the best I could do. It's not all of it, of course, but I couldn't do any more with it.
Yeah, it's pitiful.
A criminal gambling addict. Testicles surgically removed as part of a plea bargain. Forced to live in his mother's basement.
Yet, so indicative of those who want to dump our community down the crapper, both by striving to achieve the organized criminal enterprise known as the Megacasino... and by jamming a tax down our throats that OTHERS will be forced to pay so that when his probation officer allows him to go to baseball games, he'll be able to watch kids play a game at the taxpayer's expense.