I can teach you guys about Twitter. Let's say you create a computer game that's so shitty that it almost crashes Rhode Island's economy. You really ruffled a lot of feathers. What the fuck do you do next? Well, one thing you can do is hop on Twitter and tell Charles Darwin that he's a fucking assclown and that his goddamn theories are worth less than a pile of dogshit.
Might that ruffle a few more feathers? Sure. BUT that's where we get to the beauty of Twitter: There are always even worse people out there, worse people than you, worse people than me, there's even worse people than Curt Schilling. And those people can pop out at a moment's notice to tweet at a stranger about banging his teenage daughter. Then that guy can respond, say pretty much anything, and come out smelling like a rose. And just like that, voila, he has message boards threads about how awesome he is. It's like I've always said: The easiest way to look good is to surround yourself with horrible, horrible people, the scum of the earth if at all possible. And Twitter not only makes it possible, it makes it as easy as typing 3 sentences about your high school daughter. Simple as that, yesterday's ignoramus is today's hero. And that's what makes Twitter beautiful. Amen.