I don’t know this guy, I don’t live in Chicago and I don’t read Huff Po on any kind of regular basis and I got it pretty easy.

B-b-but he had a killer opening line about just moving from San Fransisco. What Midwest rube wouldn’t immediately get wet for his clearly endless stories about what a favor he is granting to this hick so-called “city” by his learned presence?

This asshole got banned from a Logan Square bar for being too creepy. If you’re so disgusting towards women that you get banned from at least one, possibly more, shitty hipster bar in Logan then get the fuck out of Chicago forever. There are stories after stories after stories, with proof, on Facebook and Twitter…

I read the article and followed two of the links to the subject’s own work. In the process, I learned more about Mr. Douchecanoe than I ever really needed to know. Ms. Rife went easy on him.

Hi Eric Barry, thanks for stopping by!

Who are these people who expect to be loved by their city? It’s often said that New York City doesn’t care about you. Yeah? So if I go to St. Louis the Cardinals come out and give me a high five, while the Arch looks down and says “Looking good, Pink Skull”? No. Cities in general, do not give one rats ass about you.…

I don’t think there’s a city on earth where ladies wouldn’t reject him in a similar, and possibly much more hostile, manner.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.

He will be tragically killed trying to explain to an oncoming subway car that he’s not interested in having sex with it.

New York is going to chew this intrusive, negging dirt munch a new one. God bless them.

I found his comments about the geography of the city mainly fair, but man, I can’t believe you didn’t get to the point of his article where the following happens:

Barry: I went up to these ladies in a bar and they didn’t want to talk to me
Barry: I then said I DON’T WANT TO FUCK ANY OF YOU ANYWAY
Barry: Heh, they weren’t…