The best part about being me is having no regret. Your life is plagued with it. It's easy to detect the defective emotional anti-gunner weirdos. In fact, after the "revolution", hoards of justice hungry men will zero in on fags like you and beat you into a bloody pulp. Afterward they'll throw your limp yet alIve body into a heap others in a massive bonfire and if the lord sprinkles any poetic justice on the flames it would be the child of one of your victims that lights that bonfire.