||I know already how you are. I know why you do... what you do. It is in your nature to be the way you are, and it can even be somewhat distracting and possibly amusing to condescend to watch you prance and caper for attention and validation. I don't think you could ever be held one hundred percent liable for any of the consequences of your actions. Any real damage depends on others enabling you, and in indulging your outbursts beyond a strictly prescribed set of rational boundaries.
Real damage, such as defacing the entire adequacy diary section, requires the complicity -- the culpability -- of an adequacy.org editor. A sacred trust was bestowed, and a sacred trust has been defiled, at the cost of one editor's honor, and indeed that editor's immortal soul, in the name of Holy Christ Almighty.
What a black day. What evil times we live in. What depths we have plunged to. O torment me no more, wicked, wicked Earth! Must I claw out mine eyes? Must I drink from the cup of the poison pearl and end forever this deluge of woes piled high upon woes?
Fie. Bloody hell, we are lost. Lost, each and every one of us, who were once in such a state of grace. Black times are upon us, and all hope is lost.
O TORMENT ME NO MORE!!! Fuck.
I do, I do, I do