You couldn't spoon feed yourself. Well, not after you go stir crazy in stir.<quoted text>
(chuckle) Save your passive/aggressive insults ("Scooter") for someone who doesn't have the capability of using their mere opinion to reduce you to such fodder. Doesn't work with me.
Regarding your use of the term "you" and "your kind," ... your ego is suffering. You know nothing of me other than what I spoon feed you. Your misdirected anger would be better spent in a proactive rather than reactive position.
Now back to our regular scheduled programming ...
Yep, your day is over. Your eyes are not over McKeesport. Your eyes are over the confession and reduced sentence, and all the squealing you will sign off on.
"Me thinks he doth protest too loudly."
I can see you, but you cannot see me.