I require neither from here.
There might be 15 to 20 people I generally take seriously in the war room. What was writ was basically a drooled out synopsis of a problem that had been percolating. I find talking out problems crystalizes them into edible parts. The pandemic has trimmed so much fat off my social slice that it was starting to cut into the muscle that would flex a 6:00 am sounding board. I needed a wind to queef into. Any old wind would do. I don't see the shame in using sherdog.
Sherdog just happened to be the only friend (medium of expression) on the rolodex that I could dial up at six am to vent at. Facebook, Whatsapp would just scare my friends and family and alarm my co-workers. If it made your mudflaps quiver fine whatever, but in my view it broke no rules and fostered no hate. It was just emotional vomit that made no appeals to pity or common sense. Again, the energy's got to go somewhere.
In truth, I don't think anything written was even controversial compared to the truly crazy retarded shit that gets shat into the Sherdogo-sphere. Although i haven't slept yet. So maybe tomorrow I might have to apologize.