This guy reminds me of the old nursery story/rime.
The King has no clothes! Go find a kingdom where you can be worshiped as your little mind wishes; you have no subjects here. You know, we can see your mind working. It reminds many of us of a
bebe (air pellet) bouncing around in a boxcar! Finally, it appears you have no AC to speak with. So go put some clothes on that will suit you. Some where else!!
