What did you do, Ryan? You never put yourself out there. You proofread my stuff, then took credit for it and pretended you actually wrote it all. You never started your own site or put yourself on the line. I am appreciative of the help you gave me over the years. It was invaluable.
But what you really are is a big fish in a small pond who craves power yet is too afraid to take any real risks with your writing or building a site or anything. So all you can do is tear down what you can't build on your own, what you're too afraid to do.
Neither Jeremy nor Scott is afraid. They're not cowards like you or many here on Film Twitter who cave, buckle, and pander to the mob. They are actually trying to do something with their lives which takes risking everything from getting attacked by all of you monsters to criticism on what they write to having nobody read what they write.
That takes courage. What you are is a coward. You hide on social media and bully and harass other people for the crime of disagreeing with you. You have nothing except the ugly things you say online.
You are defined by hate, ruled by hate, and have nothing else going for you except hate, and have the nerve to say I am the one full of hate because I do not conform and still say whatever the fuck I want.
All your stupid minions, however many you still have left, can marinate in it and roll around in it, but no one will ever build anything with lasting value because it's too comfortable to point fingers at others and blame them for your failures.
Even now, all you do is obsess over me, as your shrinking group of minions can't even stand to look at what you've become, and all for what? Because I took you off comment moderation, and for whatever reason you loved that job. And I have no idea why until now.
I wrote you many times, and you ignored everything. I never trashed you publicly or privately. Others have trashed you to me over the years. You annoyed everyone, but I couldn't let you go because I liked you, even loved you as a friend.
But what a fool I was, eh? Take away your little tiny pond in the comment sections, and that's it. Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. You won't be ignored. Well, shame on you for trashing Jerm and Scott. You know how icky that is. Deep down, you know.
And if you fuckwits don't like what we say on the site or the podcast, go dive into the abundance of media sites that cover the Oscars the way you want them to. I agree it's boring, but that's what you want, right? You want conformity, which is boring.
I put myself out there every day and have already had my career destroyed. And that's not enough? Seriously. is that not enough? Just because you can't rule over the comment section?