I never knew Brooklyn was so anal. It looks like the Brooklyn blogosphere is throwing some yellow snowballs our way. This woman is “annoyed by our attitudes” (read: jealous of our wit).

According to her she walks around Brooklyn smiling and high fiving everyone she sees, but the Opera House kids are just too cool and can’t raise their eyes from their converses.

I’m not saying that what happened to “El Moreno” and his friends was right [getting mugged], or that they deserved it, but I will say that common sense would dictate that you should be extremely careful walking in ANY neighborhood in ANY city at 3 or 4 a.m.

What! Obviously he deserved it. Moreno is repulsive and we can only assume his friends are worse. Let’s cut the niceties and get to the real cheese. What’s Rasheen (rnutt4ever@yahoo.com) have to say?

I just read El Moreno’s posting and this guy is an insufferable wuss. The neighborhood is definitely better without him.

I’ve been calling Moreno an insufferable wuss for years now and all he ever does is agree with me. Yet still he’s got a girl under each arm. I just don’t get it. Rasheen thank you. And what is an rnutt?

But it gets worse. Listen to what Indiana Dietsch (AKA “Black on Both Sides”) has to say:

I also like his big “why ‘faggots’ shouldn’t marry” thing. The guy’s a tool. We’re certainly better off without him.

Tool?! Moreno can’t even hammer a nail. And look how you got him in trouble HP, I hope you feel miserable. Indiana Dietsch (mike@michaeldietsch.com) gets really excited and decides to write a post of his own:

I guess El Moreno has one set of morals for poor people who smoke crack, and another for artistic people who smoke pot.)

Damn straight. One groups on crack and the others stoned.

Common sense might tell you that any part of most cities and towns is potentially dangerous at 4am, but I guess El Moreno flunked Common Sense.

Geeze dietschy, don’t you feel you’re coming on a little strong? I mean, I took common sense with moreno freshman year and seriously, it was tough. We thought it was going to be about a reggae band, but no such luck.

It’s hard for me to blame people for hating them, when they’ve gone out of their way to be such assholes to people in the neighborhood.

Well, there you have it. Mikey, I reach out to you. I give you a hug. I hope your anger resides. And I promise to spank Moreno.

Update:

OK, I change my mind. Now I like Jen. Here’s what our sweet high-fiving friend (her tag line is “cute and sweet” for god’s sake) said when some guy served a customer who had been waiting less time than her:

So, YOU FUCKING DOUCHEBAG, it gives me great pleasure to inform you that I have sent off a nasty email to your employer’s corporate office, advising them that they will no longer get my business, and telling them exactly why. I hope you not only lose your job, but I hope you step in dog shit on the way home, develop a raging yeast infection, and accidentally shrink your favorite jeans in the wash.

No wonder Moreno was scared.