There’s a blog out there, written by a scared, brain-damaged
little fool who calls himself a runner.
After several years of searching and talking to people whom he knows, I
have conclusively identified him: I know where he lives, I have his phone
number, I know where he used to work and even where he works today. I have his address, his photo and have
communicated on several occasions with people he knows and who he works with. This guy is a racist. The reason why I won’t say, or do anything to
(or about) this sad little man is because he is “broken”, defective in a way
that needs repair by way of education…and my threatening to expose his identity
will not help him. Hatred is a sign of
brain damage, as today I will discuss.
