This is 2004. You wanna challenge all comers to a fistfight like a real man, which is what you are getting at, you have to be nuts to tell everyone where your house and family are and "bring it on". What if they're nuttier than you are? What if they decide chains, baseball bats, nunchucks, are OK? How about knives? Guns? Napalm and TNT? How about if they have a WWII medium bomber and a few stashed-away 500 pounders?
No, I'm not crazy. You want to talk on the Internet, fine. You don't like what I have to say, disagree politely, ignore me, plonk me. You want to say we're all punks because we don't put our full, personal information on the internet-I'm telling you you're the reason. You and people that are a lot nuttier than you, who might be able to beat you up amd maybe not, and maybe a whole lot worse. You want to wear your ass on your sleeve, Bill, go right ahead. I left that kind of thinking on the school playground after I beat up the first bully.
Have a nice day, Bill.