Just when I thought I was about to be overwhelmed by morons with little backbone, no IQ, and the personality of a piece of crap, I get the occasional nice little reminder that there are, surprisingly enough, still people out there I *don’t* want to beat repeatedly with heavy, blunt things. There’s hope for humankind yet… or so I keep telling myself. Hey, it beats screaming at the top of my lungs and putting my fist through some snobby 16-year-old’s face out of frustration. Although, now that I bring up that option… it is a little tempting. Damn, still illegal. I tried.