As Howlin Wolf originally wailed and Clapton and Bloomfield later did, I should'a quit you, baby, long time ago. This reminds me another blues quote I seem to remember from Muddy Waters that Clint Eastwood picked up and put in The Outlaw Josie Wales that goes Don't piss down my back and tell me it's raining.
I often hear pussified assholes warning even more faggoty assholes against biting the hand that feeds them. This advice is based on the erroneous concept that people who pay some people to kill or intimidate other people are caregivers. This is obvious horseshit. Nobody has ever given me anything that I did not earn, and I don't ever intend to let some piece of shit poseur go unchallenged, if that means running the motherfucker over with a truck.
As Jesus Jones presciently sang many years ago, I am ecstatic to still be standing right here, right now, watching the world wake up from history. Finally, the folks who have had to endure the acrid smell of trickle down urinomics and other horse exhaust policies and procedures designed to get the best use out of the stupidest pieces of shit for slave wages are getting a chance to splash some urea of their own on the surprised rightwingnut turkeys.
And that goes for Entrefart, an arrogant anti-socialist networking scam that is probably involved in a little identity trading on the side. These motherfuckers never fed me, and they have probably sucked the blood out of many dreamers and spooged on the naive faces of others.
If you have an EC widget on your site, you are either an ignorant soulless greedhead or a fool, a potential target for virtual terrorists about to highjack imaginary airliners who are looking for places to set them down.
Foreskinned and forewarned.