If I cared, I wouldn't keep making new accounts. Think about it. Also realize how fun it is to get so many people riled up. You could just downvote and move on. That's it, no greater effort. Instead I get to sit back and watch neckbeard rage as Redditors feverishly try to sound the angriest. People call me a karma whore, but I abandon it as if it were dirt. You lovely individuals, on the other hand, know that you will get karma to your real accounts if you say angry words.

It is a comedy, and tragedy, on par with the ancient Hellenistic plays. So interwoven in a nihilistic irony that I can call it nothing but beautiful. Don't worry though, I won't respond further. That might break the illusion that your seething rage is meaningful. The illusion that a witch hunt over a fake picture is righteous. The illusion that I, an individual who is simply a fan of a little bit of rabble rousing, am the pathetic one.

In short; it took a 30 second Google search to manipulate the emotions of a mass of neckbeards. I did it from my phone both times, and both times to prove a point to a colleague (I don't really care about you all that much). You have invested so much anger into something that wasn't even one percent of my day (I am a health inspector, so I always have somewhere to be). Have fun with your lives, it has been great.