Both a Stalinoid and a Cartilage-cunted disinfo amateur all at once - here 'n here.
Alas, the wailing woes and worries of peri-menopausal chicken shits of fuzzy gender. Oh well, let 'em moan 'n project their self-detestations to the regular choir of scoliotic bed wetters. For these the chronically soiled and supine, reality must patiently wait - for the boogeyman is always under their bunkbed. (BTW, the stories are bogus - at least the ones with a Skankanavian angle. Hmm, imagine that)