Take a good hard look in the mirror, and ask yourself if you're capable of a conversation.
Depends on with whom. I'm not having conversations with people I've been legally barred from speaking to-- at last count, this is three (3) goddam people. THREE. Hidin' behind the thin blue line, because otherwise -- the horror! the horror! -- lives hang in the balance. What a fucking joke.
Y'know-- Like, when the one person talks, then they stop for a while, and allow the other to respond? That's one of the reasons I stopped trying with you. You're an asshole.
There are three of you and you're all dicks. You use sophisticated cutting-edge software to hide your identity, remix threads of discourse, and, in general, to give yourself an immense advantage in any debate.
Meanwhile, I smoke whatever-the-fuck-I'm-told-to-smoke right in front of you and mock you for having signed up with The Man. Yeah, I bet you're jelly. Too bad.
Speaking of assholes, how is your asshole? I heard you got jammed up in jail again, Corky.
I heard you lost your security clearance. Who cares about either? I've long since abandoned any pretense that I lend any credibility to your opinion. You're a two-timing snake oil bite-charmer, and your inevitable betrayal has only been forseen by myself as well as others, oh, what, eight years ago? A long time. My anal sphincter is fine, just fine. (Why you care about this issue so very. very. much is left as an exercise to the casual reader.)
I hope it wasn't because of your incessant public salivation over teenagers. But if it was, it serves you right. Hey, creeper, leave those kids alone!
Sixteen is legal in Washington state, you elitist scum. I will not turn away any legitimate admirer based on your prurient notions of decency, you pathetic hob-worn fruit. Say, by the way, how's your disease vector chart looking these days?
Or... is that private? I retract the question,
leper.
