Why did I do it? Why?

So today I was on a big internet forum, and out of nowhere some guy starts posting all kinds of stuff about guns. He did this, naturally, in the most arrogant tone possible, and came off like he was an expert in all things gun related.

The trouble was, everything he said was wrong. Not just wrong, but wrong in a way that could only happen if you know nothing about guns at all. Additionally, many of his statements were absolute fabrications, and some were actually illegal if anybody had taken his advice.

I went through his posts and noted the amazingly improper grammar and the misspelled words and the fact that he couldn't seem to put a coherent thought down on paper, and came to the conclusion that it had to be a kid who plays way too much Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, and thinks he's now an expert.

So I asked him how old he was. That's it. I posted nothing else.

Boy, I shouldn't have done that. I must have hit home with that remark, 'cause he jumped all over me and started attacking me like I'd told him he was stupid and his sister was ugly.

Well, thinking I needed to make a point, I began to rip every one of his posts to pieces, showing him where he was wrong, demeaning him for his ignorance, and giving proof of where he was incorrect.

It took me an hour to put the whole thing together. An hour of my life wasted to put some loud-mouthed punk in his place.

I didn't need to do that. I could have just put him on ignore and gone my own way, but no, I had to shred this boy. And for what? What did it get me, but a few moments of gloating? Nothing. Bupkiss.

Now I know that the saying is true. Arguing on the internet is like competing in the Special Olympics. Even if you win, you're still retarded.

I never argue with people online. There's no point. I hate it, and yet, this makes twice in as many weeks now.

I must be getting crotchety in my old age.