I don't lick ass which can partly be attested to the fact I've never supported your many emotionally charged meltdowns. I own my words and actions and stand by EVERY SINGLE WORD I've said. I hope folks will not only not forget, but that unlike you who refuse to actually read my words and use their brain to understand what I'm saying that they will be examined with a critical view.

It's been several years since I noticed that your lack of emotional control was likely due to some form of mental illness or alcoholism/drug addiction which may also be tied to a mental illness.

Your pattern of routinely going into an emotionally led out of control outburst that has seen you attack so many others, has led you time and again to rage quit while uttering the most senseless words in some pathetic attempt to force your illness onto the current objects of your wrath has led to a mixture of disgust and sympathy from myself.

Much of my sympathy however has been for those who were closest to you. I'm fortunately capable of assessing and making the proper adjustments in my connections to others, even if it means a quick and sometimes (not in this case) painful separation. When you had shared recently about your wife leaving you temporarily and indicated this happens from time to time I realized that this problem you have sees even those closest to you into the damage.

I told you when you first came here I would support you despite not caring for you, that I felt when you were on your game you could be good for Blurt. However, I'm not surprised that several situations have occurred in the short time you've been here that has seen you running around with matches and gas seeking to destroy so much. Based on how you cycle through these rages of yours it was to be expected.

This will be the last time I respond directly to you anymore. You are incapable of holding rational conversations, refuse to look at actual words and actions that might be contrary to the fuel you need to be in your much needed compulsive rage. Therefor one just spins their wheels while you spew your rage like a petulant child seeking to make your disease communicable.

I hope that you can somehow gain some form of control over yourself in the near future so those closest to you (not myself) can know peace instead of the eggshells they must likely need tiptoe across.