So you're mad because not everyone here opts to hang laundry out on a clothesline like you do, and now you'd choose to cattleprod them (if you could) into submission to your low life ways? Some neighborhoods don't take all that kindly to folk next door hangin' clothes out on a line for all the world passing by to see. Not so much here, though. A whole lot of laundry gets hung out 'round here (say nothing of how much of it is dirty or stinkin'), but there's also a whole lot that isn't.
Why play the victim card if its already been tossed in the discard pile and something you no longer hold in hand? I wasn't so young, stupid, naïve, or unspiritual (or whatever other adjective you want to throw in there) that it allows me to shuck the fact that in spite of anything (or everything) that I did or didn't know, I am the one that made the choices I did back then - and no one made them for me. This isn't intended to discredit anyone that was (or views themselves as having been) victimized, but rather, to make the simple point that even though there are times when certain things in life arose to hurt me, they don't own me.
Now there's an oxymoron.
You're a real jokester, aren't you?
(not to mention being as clueless to the truth as a rock...)
When you lump them all together like that? I'd say the dissin's been rather mild.