Disagreement over texting at movie theater leads to assault charge by Dave Lieber.
You, Mr. Dale Fout of DFW Advertising, are a piece of crap.
You are complete piece of fucking garbage.
Really. You charged a woman with assault for "touching you"?
Well, we can be clear that, one way or the other, you are a complete wuss, but being a wuss hardly makes you a complete piece of garbage, does it?
Hell, even the fact of texting in a movie theater quite makes it to "complete piece of fucking garbage", although it's getting really close.
No, the part where you get to "complete piece of fucking garbage" is when you try to justify it.
"I responded to it because it was something important. It was something that was on a deadline situation."
Why should the other people care about you and your deadlines?
As far as I'm concerned, you and your deadlines can go fuck themselves!
I'm sure the other people who paid money to sit in a darkened theater to see a movie that day also had no reason to care about you or your deadlines. While I'm sure the advertising needs of the clients of DFW Advertising are superimportant to the rest of us, we prefer to go to the movies as a respite from worrying about you and your needs.
Do you really think you should be the only person that matters all the time?
Go fuck yourself! You are a piece of shit.
I certainly hope your name and face is examined so theaters around the country can refuse you service as someone with no respect for the movie-going experience or the experience of other people around you.
I'm tired of fuckwads like you making everyone else's lives unpleasant because you're the king of the fucking world and deserve special consideration and treatment at the expense of the rest of us, who don't deserve our needs to be considered with the same import as yours.
Honestly, it sounds suspiciously like you're a psychopath.
I'm just glad I live here in Austin, where the Alamo Drafthouse knows how to treat your kind. I hope we're able to move toward a world where shitstains like you are shunned or at least shamed into silence.
She texted. We kicked her out. by Tim League.
UPDATE: This one is pretty Old School Neil, in a way I usually try to avoid these days. I'm sure quitting smoking made this a little easier than usual. I might consider toning it down, but really... if anyone deserves to suck up the brunt of my nicotine withdrawal, it's this self-righteous son of a bitch!