Congratulations. Took you ten minutes to figure out the Google machine. You’d better hope myself and others like me have abandoned ship before the US crashes into the ground. For all your bravado, I’m a special kind of fucked up. You see, I’m a pretty regular guy. I’m the nicest people most know. I donate thousands of dollars per year to good causes. I work with habitat for humanity in my time off. I’m also slightly sociopathic, chaotic good, and don’t give a shit about what happens to me. I’ve got all the money in the world to leave right now but I don’t because you know what? I’m okay if I’m still here when shit breaks down. What happened on January 6th was not the true calling of true Patriots but maybe what I can do in my own fucked up compartmentalization ways could be the difference. You? You’re fluff. You are nobody. You’re a punk with a keyboard. You’ve never seen shit like I have, and you couldn’t handle it if you did. You see, I know I am a sociopath. I align with the side of good however, and I have already done things in my life you wet yourself at night over. I know you think you’re big and bad, and there is certainly a keyboard between us, but when the day comes you believe you are wishing for I’m the last guy you’ll want to see. When you see me I’ll be well past the tipping point, and all the crying and pissing and soiling of your pants will mean nothing to me because I’ve seen it before.

 Report me. I’ve not threatened you, just reminded you there are an infinite number of people far tougher than your words. Be careful what you wish for.

  Have a nice night cupcake. Go back to your realm. If I happen to be here when you grow the balls to actually confront a man and not a puppy or a little girl I may still be here. For your sake and my own I hope not.

 PS: Take it to PM if you really need to go further. I’d love to tell you privately what a liberal mind such as mine is capable of.