Oh...my.

You know, every once in a while, you read a story that makes you want to, oh, I don't know, find out who the person is, get their address, go to their home, duct tape them to the floor and beat the soles of their feet until they swear in letters written in their own blood never to write again. And no, no, it's not someone *any* person on my flist knows, I promise you.
And don't ask me where I read the story. You know I won't tell. *ppbbbllt*