I'm offering you a gift. You need a break, and twenty bucks will buy you a dinner and a drink somewhere. I wasn't talking about Gary, I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about you, and the way you constantly act out for attention. I could count the number of your substantive posts on the fingers of one hand, if I could remember back that far. I am expressing frustration and impatience with your toddler's demands for attention. I don't waste hate on small people, nor much time either. You're here to give everyone the finger. Do your worst, it's on you, not me.