Just your typical locker room talk.
“And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab 'em by the jockstrap.”
I can see that the analogy was so distracting that rather than getting people to focus on what I was trying to say, it completely hijacked the thread with people discussing the quality of the analogy.
Which means that, as an analogy, it was a triumph.
Did it hijack the thread, or did it finally get us talking about the truly important topics?
What were you THINKING?
You forgot the trucker babe mudflaps and the chrome scrotum dangling from the receiver hitch.
Like Hunter Biden’s art career?
let me fix that for you:
That salty and sweat just can’t be beat.
Yeah, it fucks up the rhyme, but spelling is important, too.
Reese’s Peanut Butter cups are fairly sweet.
If yours are sweaty I’d return them to wherever you bought them.
Hit that man with a sardine-filled jockstrap! He’s forgotten the true subject of the thread. 
That’ll remind 'im of how well salty and sweaty go together.
Fuck you.
Actually, it was an attempt to reframe the discussion in human terms and not treat the discussion as arising out of some kind of abstraction, you god damn sociopath.
If all you’ve got is worthless claims that you value human life more than I do, you’re conceding that you have no good argument about the gun safety issue that’s being discussed.
I think you’re conceding that there is no further point in conversing with you. I wish you all the best.
If you ever care to get off your high horse, there are good reasons that we should not allow emotional investment in a specific individual to dictate safety protocols.
No doubt we’ll talk again, but it’s not going to be in that thread. Not anytime soon, anyway.
Well then I hope you enjoy the view from up there.
Great, now this song is stuck in my head
The only thing worse than ear-worming is self-induced ear worming.