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Neofree on Saturday, August 17, 2024 08:49:00
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<SNIP drivel>
Ne> It's been noted that toxicity is present in this forum. I agree that it
Ne> can sometimes derail our discussions. My hope is that we can steer away
Ne> from personal attacks and focus on the issues, making this forum a more
Ne> welcoming space for everyone.
<SNIP more drivel>
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in
Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the
heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be
seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm
deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a
weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your
life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a
sour lemon.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as
you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of
you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile,
worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this
earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?
You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player.
You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the
likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg, either, but rather a mutant
maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your
alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of
what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress
us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be
available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more
rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with
caribou.
You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have.
You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a
few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full
human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches,
maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites,
then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make
you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in
the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a
green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered, goisher kopf, inbred
trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and
profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look
down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic,
starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI
compliant and your markup doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines
shorted together. You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.
Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read?
Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and
conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity
used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T., and your future doesn't
look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all
siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The
good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to
go into the sewers in search of your git.
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious.
You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a
meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a
drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike
Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.13 world. Your
mother had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play
with you. You think that www.GuyMacon.com/flame.html is the name of a rock
band. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You
prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep
for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let
you.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in
all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank
and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex
operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you.
You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever
you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous
galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother opening the
door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I
hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites
you.
You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You
grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish
foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless
crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You craven
dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You
gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted
clapper-clawed flirt-gill. You jetere steatopygous pilgarlick hircine
whigmaleerious rhadamanthine lintlicker. I refer you to the reply given in the
case of Arkell v. Pressdram.
You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue
musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the
height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a
movie you would be a double feature; _Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_.
You would be out of focus.
You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the
unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely
mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You are degenerate, noxious and
depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything
about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming
flotsam. You won't make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a
world which became unbearable when the bioterrorists designed you.
It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the
other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as
we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed.
Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons
have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape.
Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more
stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It
cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid.
This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract
of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must
apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience,
you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon the
strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring
trivia or your other drivel. Duh.
The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most
of your of what you wrote, because, well ... it didn't really say anything.
Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really,
stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly
effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell,
and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that
many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of
mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this
world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this was true
in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to what you wrote. It
just wouldn't have been "right." Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I
wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to
be placing such a demand on you.
P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly,
deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent,
opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist,
sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane,
arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial,
satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless,
EDLINoid, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking,
devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist,
dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling,
restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling,
uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious,
secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant,
self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, pinguid, and Generally
Not Good.
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