I mean, like, okay.
It is one thing to be covered in vomit. Sometimes we throw up! We've got a cold, we've been forced to watch Scary Movie 2 by someone who hates us. Perhaps we've been dancing a little too lustily with Lady Spirit. And, of course, we puke from time to time.
Everybody pukes! It's not okay but it is understandable. These things happen.
We can't go down every avenue to prevent ourselves from being covered in vomit and time makes fools of us all.
It is quite another thing to be that one fratboy who is so out of his mind that he thinks it is AWESOME that he's puking. "Oh gosh," he imagines, "how manly must I be to have drank so much Milwaukee's Best Ice that I'm vomiting! Christ, I'm the good goddamn life of the fuck*ng party!"
Going around, covering everything with the half-digested chunks of his deepest shame and thinking that everyone thinks you're goddamned rad and edgy for the doing.
Okay?
That is basically an analogy toward speaking well of the assbar: an already ugly comments system that threads in a manner designed to make people give up on the internet, all the uglier for fancying itself a message board and conducting itself in short crude comments-length bursts that in their form and function could reduce philosophers into discussions of "nice strip, I farted!" "OMG, I farted too!" "I liked the strip more than you guys and I say this in a manner wherein I hope to gain favour with the strip's creator... AND I CRAPPED MY SHORTS!" and so on.
It is one thing for you to show up here, vile crusties still not quite all wiped from your mouth, apologizing for throwing up all over the place, swearing up and down to never mix Grape Pucker and Windex as a shooter again. We're good folks around here, we might even hold your hair over the toilet if you have an aftershock.
But the longer you're walkin' around making gut puddles and acting like that makes you King of the Sock Hop, the more we're gonna assume you're a goddamned troll.
Dig?