Originally Posted by Exhibitman (Post 794353)

In my business when my cross-exam draws an overwrought defensive response like that I know I've hit a raw nerve. I guess we all know where Bruce's armor has its cracks now.

Brucie boy, I'd guess that one of my articles in VCBC or Old Cardboard has brought more benefit to this hobby than all of your bigoted, bb-brained, elitist rants combined. Only a balloon-thin ego resting on a foundation of insecurities and a lifetime of interpersonal failures could respond as you do to a little good-natured ribbing. Shatner's suggestion that Trekkers get a life goes double for you. I have a home like many others here, filled with family and friends, the laughter of children, the warmth and comfort of others I love and who love me at the end of the day. I'll gather with my extended family tomorrow evening for the first night of Passover and enjoy an experience you will sadly never have: a normal human life.

Tonight, after the lights are out, when the cards are put away and you climb into your lonely, cold bed, remember that no matter what cards you acquire, no matter how many posts you make here, no matter how many people you insult or threaten over the internet, you do not matter to anyone in the world. If you were to drop dead in your apartment tonight whilst masturbating over the latest card you acquired (or perhaps just the latest issue of "Big 'Uns", or "Stud" or whatever else squeezes your lemon), odds are that no one would know, care or find out until the rotting smell offended your neighbors.

Now, if you'd like to make a death threat to my face instead of on a computer, I will be in NYC this summer and at the National too (as I have been every year since 2004) and we can meet up and "talk" it over. No? That's what I figured. See, Brucie, we are all on to you here. There are two kinds of guys, Brucie, there are those with big brave balls, and those with little mincey balls. Guys with big, brave balls don't spout inane threats from internet chat rooms; they live in the real world. They show up at the National, for example, and talk face to face with the people they call out. But that's not you, no siree. Lob your threats from your co-op, mincey balls...we know the score.