Well, I actually didn't have very much against you personally, originally (although your "broken beer-bottle" fantasies, of course, haven't exactly ignited a flame of affection for you in my heart). What rankled was just the way your presence here was contributing to these little "I love you, bro" / "bro, you know I love you too" group-hugging sessions that occasionally raise their ugly heads on boards like these.
I've stood alone aganst gangs and bullies of the most various types and descriptions all my life and I've found that it's not really when they're standing around you kicking and jeering and spitting on you that they are really at their most morally offensive (then, after all, they're only following their simple and clearly recognizable nature). I find that I really get furious and sick to my stomach about them when I happen on a couple of them in a bar or somewhere a little later and see one of them sobbing in the other's arms and confessing to him how lonely he is and how much his sensitive wounded heart needs to feel the warmth of his "brothers" around him in this cold, cold world.
I understand very well the psychological needs and mechanisms that drive people to band together into little groups of "buddies" or "mates" (depending on which side of the Atlantic you find yourself on) and which pay no regard at all to how cold and vicious the "brothers" who form the "group hug" regularly are to those who are NOT included in its embrace.
(This is not just a phenomenon found among quarter-educated white trash like yourselves, by the way. The immortal Jean-Paul Richter condemned the same immoral moral sensibility in Schiller - and by association even in Beethoven - when he stated how alien and repulsive the central sentiment of the "Ode To Joy" - "He who has taken the great chance and become a friend to a friend, Let him mix his jubilation with ours; And let he who cannot slip away weeping from this great union" - would always remain to him. Jean Paul's heart, God bless him, went, against all of German classicism and romanticism, with the one who "weeping, slips away".)
The people who have "given you a warm welcome" are, for the most part, bullies and sadists - although, as I say, like all bullies and sadists they have, disgustingly, their moments when they fall into each other's arms and shed sentimental tears about loneliness and lovelessness. If you want to enjoy, just the same, the warm suffusing glow of these moments of sentimental feigned brotherhood...well, you're certainly right that I have no power to forbid you. But, since good old Jean Paul is two hundred years dead now, I do feel that SOMEONE ought to point out, just occasionally, the notes of unpleasant dissonance that can be heard in your big .71 "Choral Symphony".