People like you make me sick. You're in a hole. But your solution is not to drag yourself out of the hole. Your solution is to drag everyone else into the hole with you.
All you are peddling is misery and death. You're little better than the dealer selling heroin to kids on the playground.
If I was running the show, you and your pothead friends would be in prison until you were clean.
No, you're sick all on your own - with your foul and baseless slanders. Your bile speaks more ill of you and your position than I ever could have.
All you can run is your mouth.