I offer insight on the coin and its activity, someone trashes me about it, I shit on them; that means I'm miserable.
I make tons of money off of the coin, due to my understanding of it, and offer my insight; that doesn't mean I'm not miserable.
Hmm. Seems kind of like a "because I say so"/"but that doesn't count" bit of nonsense to me. You say I'm miserable, but my demonstration of not being miserable doesn't count.

Truly fascinating. I share my insight (that has made me money), get bashed for it, I respond to said bashing, then I'm told I'm the problem. And it stems from me simply sharing my insight. Which has done wonders for me. That I've tried offering to others to help them.
Yeah. Truly the behavior of a miserable person. 

The 'sad life/little friends/bad attitude/touching myself' ad hominem at the end is pretty amusing, too. Your beef against me has so little merit that you have to resort to asserting all of this nonsense onto me to lend (still very little) credibility to your claims about me.
Here's my counter to that: You should stop molesting children. Judging by how angry you get over nothing, it means you likely have to deal with sexual frustration brought on by forcing yourself on children who don't know how to do what you want them to.
See? I can make up stupid shit in an attempt to make you look lesser and me greater, too. It's a pretty pathetic thing to do, but I hope I've made a point (that I know you're going to read). 

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I love you too, sweet cheeks. I'm also happy you managed to figure out the Ignore button so you can spare yourself being triggered by a whole lot of nothing. You should have done that to begin with, but you just had to feel good about yourself by shitting on me first.