To think that the closest Vic had ever sounded angry was in the recording booth. There's something frightening, yet heartbreaking about a sweet guy snapping and throwing down the gauntlet. This is like watching God's anger smiting down the wrongdoers in real time, but instead of through hellfire, lightning, earthquakes, anything big and spectacular as such, it's through the sharp tongue of a humble man who went through hell and came out on the other end a changed man.
Vic should've been like this last year, but it's better late than never since he was proving time and time again he was the better man throughout all of this. While everyone else screeched on Twitter, and threw fits behind their computer screens, and attempted to throw into disarray places of business, he lay low but vigilant, eyes and ears everywhere, and pressed forward. He put the shoulder to the wheel, and kept his sights on the horizon. His good works are paying off, while their destructive works have bounced back and smacked them across their fat mouths, and we're seeing the results of what being a gigantic cunt does to your profession and even your marriage
@MarzGurl.
Get fucked, MoRonica, Jamie, Funimation, Michele--every last one of you. You only brought this upon yourselves because your ugly started showing on your flabby faces, and you couldn't stand it anymore. Actions have consequences.
"Be not deceived; God is not mocked for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting."
- Galatians 6: 7-8