Hate to piss on your party, but you can be found. You can run, but you can't hide.
But for now--- let's bring on the ABUSE!!!!
I'd like to inject some liquidity into the abuse market.
This goes out to all the dipshit program parents who are still, somehow, in the audience:
Your lives are meaningless, your beliefs are trite. You thought that imprisoning your kid in some hellhole (that could get them nominated for President, if only it was in Vietnam) would somehow help them or make them respect you. The result, of course, is that not only does your kid have no more respect for you than a bulldozer does a daffodil, the rest of the nation has recognized your petty brutality for what it is, leaving you alone and friendless, dead to society, another nutcase to pack away in some forgotten corner of some Section 8 housing. (Feel good about taking that second mortgage NOW, cunt? LOL)
Only one option remains for you: Swallow a gun. And when I say swallow I mean SWALLOW, with three full inches of hot, warm barrel blowing a load of .45 down your throat. I'd like to see you spit THAT, bitch.