To think I ever listened to this guy seriously. I fell for the lolbertarian grift hard and fast, and I like internet degeneracy so I stayed for stuff like "balls or no balls," which was weird but I enjoyed the resulting confusion and shock from guests. Yet here he is, drunk or on nitrous or coke or whatever he's on, hoping a poor woman dies of cancer because she dared clip his statements. This isn't the Rackets I knew. But was the Rackets I knew even real, or was it a façade cooked up to hide the ugly truth of his real personality? I think the answer to that question is clear.
Nick, you're probably reading this, and I want to say - I don't hope you get cancer. I don't hope you die a grisly death. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, because I'm not a sicko who wishes suffering on others, no matter how deserving. However, I do hope you fairly pay for what you have done, are doing, and will do. You are already paying in lost income, viewer counts, public opinion, friendships, licking the gubment's boot, among many other ways. But clearly it isn't enough to get you to stop harming yourself and others. I'm afraid the only feasible thing left is separation from greater society, which is coming barreling at you at full speed if you can't get your act together.
Take your punishment, Nick. Maybe it'll help you, at the bare minimum, to realize that you aren't the 100k viewer hot shot you think you are. But that's probably asking too much.
