I went, I saw, I signed the guestbook. It wouldn't let me say eveything I wanted to say, though. I wanted to call them punk-ass bitches and tell them that one day some big ass marine is going to find them and beat their sorry behinds until they squealed like little girls for disrespecting his corps.
Instead I just reminded them that the freedom of speech they were exercising came from those they claim to detest...and that one day they'd regret making and running that site.
And they will. When they've graduated from high school and college, when they've gone off and found jobs as marketing executives (or when they're flipping bugers and wiping down tables for a living), when they have a wife and kids and a car and mortgage (when they've grown up, in other words) - they'll look back on this and think that it wasn't a very smart thing to have done, and will hopefully be ashamed.
Until then, I'll call them punk-ass bitches and look at their little exercise as nothing more than inflammatory nonsense that's simply them exercising their constitutional rights.
Because if I don't......then I'll be angry, and that's not going to solve anything.