Not just your run of the mill trainwreck, but a very special one where a fruiter, a PPR, myself, and other various eccentrics are coalescing around a person with a list of 50 symptoms of serious life-long health problems.
Why can't the fruiters just tell the iotards to stfu, it's what they want to say but fruit makes them too polite?
Off to write my treatise on the moral obligations of the fruit mind.