See, a while back, I had a nice NDA contract with a company, who was excited when I said I might be able to get together my old work crew. I'd gotten everyone but him and one other person all involved when I contacted him. I was kind of on the GG side, because, yeah, gaming reviews had gone to shit (As far as I'm concerned, the minute you don't do spec tests in your review, you suck and are little more than a PR firm with the company's dick jammed into your ass) and I could believe the back scratching and hand-washing that was supposedly going on. One of his crew tried jumping my ass (I'm old, I don't care about the opinions of 20 something try-hards with danger hair, metal studded faces, and outfits from the 1980's who act like the fucking Moral Majority) and he stuck up for me.
Then he tried to get me involved on the SJW side, throwing stats for disabled gamers at me. I basically told him that with the exception of keybinding and color-blind and closed captioning, most disabled gamers care more about hardware, and that game companies already did their best to help out disabled gamers, that you can buy mice and keyboards to help accommodate even missing fucking fingers, backed that shit with articles from veteran's magazines and all that good crunchy citation shit.
Holy shit, he went off on me. Accused me of throwing other disabled gamers under the bus, of throwing disabled people under the bus, and just because I "had recovered from [my] disability" like I'm some kind of fucking lizard or something, and just because I did it doesn't mean that others can adapt at all.
Which I told him was fucking offensive. That being actually disabled and not Tumblr disabled was all about adapting, overcoming, and triumphing WITH your disability, not collapsing in a heap and demanding that everyone around you carry you everywhere like a fucking princess on a divan being toted everywhere by specially selected darkies.
Which ended up in him screaming at me and shit about how I don't know what it's like to be disabled because of **reasons** that just basically boil down to "but... but... that's not how I want it to be..." and when I called him out on that shit, he fucking chimped out like a NYC hooker denied her fleet week pay. Said "You've basically been reppin' for GG for almost a week!"
He blocked me. I called him a pussy, and told him when he grew up and pulled his head out of the SJW ass he currently had it stuffed in, I'd still be around, but it was a shame he felt that way, because the job offer wasn't open to massive manginas with superiority complexes who want to lecture their boss on how hard it is to be disabled when apparently all he was suffering from was a bad case of Canadian Social Justice Poisoning.
Which led to my rather minor internet presence getting blitzkrieg'd, the cops coming to my house (Because County Cops never know the weird hermit dude, right?), my company FB page getting obliterated, my company website getting suspended, a case of identity theft (reported), someone keying my car (It was an 83 PoS I'd rebuilt to teach my kids how to fix cars, I wouldn't have noticed if they didn't leave a note...) and some free pizzas because the pizza places around here don't drive 5-10 miles on "I'll pay you when I get here" bullshit.
And kind of pushed me into GG, mainly to spite him, because I'm old, and old people are dicks.
I'll admit, I didn't handle all that maturely. After each one, I basically messaged him on Twitter to mock him that he'd failed. Again.
Awhile back, I don't know, a year or so, he unblocked me to fucking scream at me like a lemur with a headwound and his dick stuck in a centipede's mouth about some stupid shit, which I promptly mocked him over, and he blocked me and probably muted me.
I know he hooked his cart to one of Portland's most toxic half-wits, and I know he was in with the whole "Make Portland Faggoty" crowd that thinks the rest of the state is going to put up with the Sanctuary City shit much longer if they keep raising our taxes and voting exemptions for themselves. I know they booted him until only the most toxic, most pathetic, and most loser-iffic of the bunch still talks to him.
Which is why I'm hoping I can pull him out of all of it. I mean, I hope there's still the decent person in there, if he can just unfuck himself long enough to realize that he tried to fit his head in Phil "Waaah, I'm going to my room!" Fish and The Incredible Twine Scammer asses and ended up with it up his own.