Jeffor likes me. That’s all I need. I don’t even need this lamp or this thermos or this chair.
My sales doubled when the Fag770.com crowd spent 30 comments reassuring each other that the big, bad booger-man wasn’t real or serious or geez let’s all hope he doesn’t come back. Well, they doubled again when Jeffor dropped his positive review and coupled it with the observation that we all need to point and mock the mockable doofuses like Scalzi even harder.
They can’t take it. We can – we’ve had decades of practice taking it. They thought they’d won and were immune to criticism, but the truth is they are weak and fragile souls already battered by weight problems, bad skin, and an absolute dearth of sexy time prospects that can be mated with in a well it room. All it takes is a little push, a little verbal cutting, and they fall to pieces.
Oh, they put on a brave face, but at night, when they are all alone with their thoughts, your little jabs and jibes hit them like a ton of bricks and then they dive face first into that magic combination of Haagen-Daz and prescription medication. Enough of those and then it’s straight to the booby hatch where they can never plague our wonderful little elf-game nerdery again.
Our rules didn’t land on SJWs, SJWs landed on our rulebooks.
Show them no mercy.