times that try men’s souls

You can -- and most certainly will -- continue to send messages like this to me several times a day, nearly every day of every week, but I’m going to respond now to let you know why I never respond, why I never post them, and why I’ll keep ignoring the rest after this.

I understand it must be excruciatingly depressing to spend all day trying to get other people’s attention, and then spend the rest of each day wondering why your life doesn’t matter to other people. But it’s because you are a cowardly, ignorant, anonymous internet troll who posts garbage namelessly, facelessly, and with the intense fear that someday, someone is going to figure out who you really are.

But they aren’t. Because you don’t matter to other people. Your life does not matter to people because this is who you are.

So, yes, you can and will keep sending me these ignorant messages every single day. And, yes, it will take me two seconds to see them and delete them. But I pay attention to them in the same way that I pay attention to dog shit on the sidewalk when I’m walking. I sidestep it because it’s gross and I don’t want any of it on me. And I’m sure you’re angry and sad because every person you’ve ever liked has felt that way about you. But it’s not because they suck. It’s because you are dog shit.

You are a coward. Just like the President you so passionately support. And by nearly every rational, reasonable measure of law, life, and love, you both are now certified losers. I’m sure that must really hurt, but at least you have Donald Trump, right? Oh wait...that’s right...Donald Trump doesn’t care about you, either. And, even if he did, and you didn’t hide your name and face and identity from the rest of the world like a coward so that he could get to really know you, he’d also figure out that you are dog shit and stop caring.

Congratulations! You got a response! And this one took longer than two seconds. But after I hit “post”, I’m going to stop thinking about the anonymous blob that represents you because, again, your life doesn’t matter to me. And I hope that you really think about this: you spend all this time -- part of you life -- sending me these ignorant, hateful messages and I STILL never think about you. All of that effort, and your life still does not matter to me. In fact, I literally don’t even know who you are, so even your opinion is worthless. You might as well not exist because you do not matter.  

Because you are dog shit.

I suppose it’s my turn to speak on the Nikita to Haas situation. In my years involved with F1 I’ve never been so disgusted by a choice of driver. There have already been numerous posts about his violence, obvious disregard for women and rich-boy mentality. While all these are horrendous, I want to speak on something that enrages most of all. Please reblog.