Oh. I see.

Seamus, I’ve never met Raven. I don’t even know what she looks like, and would probably not notice her on the street if she walked by. But I have a great deal of respect for her based on what’s she’s written. She and I share some aspects of our younger life, but there’s no way I’d ever admit publicly the stuff that happened to me like she did.

I’m also a nurse, and one of the places I work is a Heroin Detox unit. I’ve seen Detox literally kill some people. When I think that Raven has turned her life around from that, I have immense respect for her sheer guts — not just being able to kick that habit, but admit it publicly.

Raven, in many ways, is my hero.

Yet you like to post drive-by comments taunting her about her addiction. You think it’s funny to make fun of the deepest, darkest part of her life. You think it’s fair game to use a childish retort in an attempt to denigrate and humiliate her?

Fair enough. But you probably shouldn’t pick on people who’s friends are psychiatric nurses.

Assuming you’re not actually twelve years old, you have a mental age about that; and no older than sixteen. You find it hard to relate to other people, because your arrested development makes it hard to relate to mature people. You seek and crave attention for yourself — demand it for yourself, actually. I wouldn’t be surprised if you even have tantrum when you don’t get the attention you desperately need — but I tend to doubt that a little, as I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Unlike you.

You’re a coward and afraid that someone will find out what a spineless like prick you really are. (You didn’t leave your e-mail address, did you?) This conflicts with your natural desire for attention, which makes you prone to impulsive and reckless acts. You do what you damned well want to, and F**k anyone who stands in the way . . . unless they’re trying to locater YOU.

And I’m pretty sure that, like our friend Meaty, you’re a master at the art of self-masturbatory abuse. Some day, with any luck, you’ll be able to feel up a drunk college girl, or perhaps even pay a prostitute for a quick thirty seconds of shameful, embarrassing premature ejaculation.

Well, that’s the view from outside your mom’s basement. I’m sure you’ll want to respond, but try to get all the K-Y Warming Fluid and Semen off your hands before typing — it gums up the keyboard. And just for future reference, next time try picking on something your own size — like your nose.

~~JD~~

PS: Did I mention I consider you moral and ethical scum, slimebag?

Raven’s boobs?

I’ll be in my bunk…. :mrgreen:

Just ignore him. He probably has a 4 inch dick and my comment pissed him off.

This is the voice of the left- this commenter is a leftard. They’re nice people now aren’t they??

Of course, Mister Data on Star Trek was “fully functional”, wasn’t he? And that Robo-Whore in Westworld was pretty hot, too.

When you order a Robo-Hooker, can you specify options like a car? Because I’d rather have my options package made by Hoover than Cuisinart, IF you know what I mean . . . .

Ouch. (Heh.)

~~JD~~