Your comments remind me of a poor old man, wandering around lost in the streets, bewildered and confused.There's no pleasing Lumpy, is there?
It soiled its panties over someone not complaining about the straights with their trash and Velvet Elvis',(which is incredibly stupid since I mocked the very thing I don't like in ANYbody)and it's the very same lump of dog squeeze who the other day soiled its panties over "drive by" comments.
When things are explained to it, in detail, and with the utmost care, risking projectile vomiting by getting on its grade school level, it shows its appreciation by having a juvenile kick and scream in the cereal aisle attack.
They don't possess the most basic of emotional maturity and awareness of those around them, and I don't want them in my neighborhood.
Time to go back to the Alzheimer's ward, you poor geezer. Now take your pills like a good old codger. Supper is at five. And tonight they're serving red jello.