And you know, now that I think of it? Remember that time you told me to fuck off because I tried to say something nice and you didn't have the first fucking clue how to read anything but what you wanted to hear?

Just so you know, telling me that you think my friend's life and livelihood deserves to be completely fucking destroyed for one mistake is the kind of shit that will make me never ever ever fucking talk to you again.

You don't know what you're talking about. In your defense, I didn't give you enough to really give you a sense of anything but in your condemnation, you jumped right the fuck into the gap. The person in (1) is someone you would like. The person in (2) pulled a fucking knife on my father in his own kitchen and has served time for armed robbery and I'd gladly see him dead, but the fact of the matter is the "punishment" of making him blow every day 40 miles away and dragging his wife into it so that neither of them can work (particularly when sensible alternatives have existed for decades doesn't benefit society, doesn't benefit the legal system, and only serves to benefit the cronies that keep these operations running.

But that's a bit too nuanced for you. Apparently "fuck drunk drivers" is as far as you can see. Maybe your mom was killed by one. Maybe your entire fucking family was wiped out. I don't know and I don't care. Neither of the people being discussed have the first fucking thing to do with you.

So back the fuck off.