I’ve known Sampiro since long before he or I joined the SDMB. I’ve talked with him, drank with him, eaten with him, met his mother, known “Earl” and many of the people he writes about. I’ve discussed literature, philosophy, science, religion, politics, pop culture, history, and a thousand other things with him, over email, in person, and even in a mildewy jazz club in Montgomery.
I’ve laughed at his jokes, agreed and disagreed with him, and rolled my eyes over the antics of Earl, who is a mutual friend of ours.
Most of what he posts, I’ve already read, since he’s a part of a very dear and close circle of friends of mine. Even though we’re scattered across the country in a dozen directions, I value the input of that circle of friends, and especially that of Sampiro, more than I can say. And I will always stay friends with them.
Now, if you know anything about me at all, you will know that I do not make friends easily. I’m introspective, aloof, arrogant, and frankly consider myself above most people. What can I say? It’s a flaw. The friends I DO tend to keep are people whom I truly feel are worth my respect and time. As a result, I have a very select group of people who I consider lifelong friends. People for whom I’d do anything under the sun. With my money, with my time, or with any and all resources at my command. These are people who are kinder than I am. More sane than I am. More experienced, wise, compassionate, and open-minded.
Sampiro is one of those people. I can assure you that he does not require the “professional help” some of you goddamned idiots so blithely suggest.
And don’t think for a second that I’m not aware that half of you are Snarkpit trolls who have nothing better to with your time than try to get a rise out of Sampiro. Worthless fucking bastards, the lot of you.
If you had half the spine that Sampiro does, you’d go find something worthwhile to do with your lives.