You know, if this guy had anything more interesting to talk about than the same eighteen things that everyone with two brain cells to rub together bitches about, I might actually have some respect for him. Well, I'm assuming it's a him. I'm not entirely sure why. In any case, I get the same feeling from the petty whinges that you get from that plastic slice of cheese wilting on your hamburger. What's really sad is that he/she/it/they probably think they're being so cleverly caustic as well.