The posters here should thank Whooter for taking the time to even talk to them. Here is a reasonable adult, taking questions and responding to what amounts to spoiled and angry children. Have anybody here ever babysat or raised kids, at that age when they keep asking questions rapid fire, one after the other? Why is the sky blue?! Where does the sun go? Why do you do this? Why do you do that? This is what it's like for Whooter on fornits, and yet he puts up with it day after day, and brings nothing but maturity and common sense to a forum severely lacking both.
Whooter has to deal with a group of bitter, angry adults who still have daddy and mommy issues, and question Whooter as if he's a surrogate parent representative of every parents who ever sent a kid to a program. Not only that, but people also attribute programs themselves to him, because he's known as a rich investor that owns lots of programs. It's almost as if everything people hate, is conveniently wrapped up into one tidy package for people to unload their hate, and family issues all at once. It's amazing to me how much people obsess and get angry of Whooter, who holds very reasonable views on this industry, actually. There are people out there who work day and night helping parents send kids to programs, you know, real edcons, not the imaginary ones who post on fornits. Yet people ignore the people who work to send kids to programs in reality, and focus in on their delusional creation here, and spend literally years trolling Whooter for apparently no reason at all, other than they are angry and don't have any other outlet for it.
That's why people should thank Whooter for putting up with all their immature bullshit, because without him, there'd be a bunch of 'survivors' arguing amongst themselves. Instead Whooter provides a useful foundation for the creation of a straw man which they routinely and ceremonial burn, representative of all their long held hatred for their own family, and secretly themselves. Without Whooter, all you'd have left is your hate and nobody to unload it on. Well, you could always write your parents a letter, but where's the fun in that.