I realize you’resmug, self-satisfied assholes, and that this is kind of your life’s work. I realize any attempt to tell you such is just going to be interpreted as the whining of an Internet lady, and that this is kind of a futile exercise; nevertheless, please stop enabling the crazy uncle who lives in our national attic. He’s an attention whore. It’s a condition. He has a problem, and you’re not helping.