Son, we live in a world that has forums and those forums need to be posted by men with keyboards. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Rickster? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for the mods and curse the post whores; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that the mods having lives, while tragic, probably saves threads and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves threads. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties you want me on that thread, you need me on that thread. We use words like boredom, lame, nerdiness. We use then as the backbone of a life trying to maintain something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very posts I type and then questions the manner in which I type them. I would rather you just said "thank you," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a keyboard and start a post. Either way, I don't give a d**n what you think you are entitled to.
