A little ranty

If I'm questioned on what it is I do, why I don't do more, my reflex response is,
"Go fuck yourself!" I can't abide ignorance, usually pitched by those who couldn't walk 5 feet in my shoes without breaking down, weeping, and praying for the MS to stop. I wouldn't wish MS on my worst enemy. But, it is what it is. I'll get on with dealing with it, doing what I can when I can. Doubt me on this if you like, and feel free to fuck off.