My dad graduated sixth in his class from Northrup. Because the day before he was about to get drafted into 'Nam, being a poor, brown-skinned young man, he said to hell with it, and went to enlist instead. He was the tough guy none of you are capable of being.

So my first computer was a Commodore 64. I was in diapers when he put his hands over mine and taught me the load protocol - L shift O quote dollar sign quote comma eight. He was tired of me asking him to do it for me and I could read just fine. All he had to do was stack up the phone books so I could reach.

He voted for Trump. I'm so grateful he died when he did. He'd have been mortified. If you had any shame you would be, too.

And of course you didn't read any of it. I had students who, while they were in the Army, were working on that vaccine in its final testing stages. What's hilarious is you imbeciles have no idea where the smallpox vaccine came from, but if smallpox were released tomorrow, you'd be screaming for it.

Another funny thing about you: all of you seem to have this Dunning-Krueger confidence in your psychic powers. Do you not notice the arrogance and the likelihood that when you announce your prejudice to the world, odds are overwhelming you'll be wrong?

You could look up the Forbes article about me. Or Business Insider. There are actually several, I guess. But you won't. You're already drowning in your own cognitive dissonance and any more will push you right over the edge.