"You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless piece of filth. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. 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 more rapidly."
"You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you
loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the
queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.
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."
"And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced
opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums
would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?"
"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
disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper."
"You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oink artless
base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated
tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup
pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill."
"You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel
debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid.
Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid
stupid. Meta-stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics
that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me."
"After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your
ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh.
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 more difficult. If I had known,
that this was your case then I would have never read your posts. 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