I reflect sometimes on how strange my life is.

I mean, think about when I look up my Wikipedia page,

it's awful. I mean, don't even do it.

I know I know you're tempted right now.

Stop. Don't do it. It's horrible.

There's nothing I could do about it.

I could attack. It was funny.

We had a whole conversation once with the staff like,

maybe we could get all the people that like us to like continue

just rewrite that Wikipedia page.

And then the next day it got locked and there was nothing

we could do about its lock forever.

But every, you know, then I got the New York Times attacks,

the Washington Post, I just think how strange it is this world

where I get attacked when I'm really think I'm trying to do

what's right in the world.

I'm telling the truth where I find it and all of these things.

It's just weird.

I think back to growing up and my mom would say to me,

you know, Dell, sticks and stones will break your bones,

but words will never hurt you.

I live by that and I think I've put it to the test more than

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