- --- In firstname.lastname@example.org, "Simone"
>thing about you"...but evidently you do care...I give you something to
> Professor McDopey,
> Your lack of self-criticism is obnubilating your view of things, as
> usual. I'm pretty sure none of these people you count as adversaries
> spare a thought about you; if you didn't realize it yet, let me put it
> clearly for you: you're none's enemy here, you're just a clown who's
> funny to have around and joke about. Got it? Ok, so keep playing the
> intellectual and refrain from filth immoral descriptions, you sound like
> a hateful psychopath when you do that; because your lack of moral
> references you thought you would get laughs and cheers, but that sort of
> sickness is never funny, it doesn't matter your careful choice of
> targets it's disgusting and that's not the easy way to popularity as you
> thought, just believe me, since you obviously can't understand it. So
> keep the role that's a success for years, the nosey folk with 2 neuron
> cells who tries very hard to belong and sound as if he knew what he's
> talking about; and trust me, you've been consumed by hate of people who
> don't care a thing about you, so, stop feeding these deliriums of
> enemies, imaginary wars, allies, etc. Get real.
> Happy Holidays, that is, do your best, I guess a clumsy unfortunate like
> you can hardly be happy.
> You say "you've been consumed by hate of people who don't care a
write about AND, ahem, DO something about :)
You must understand your "sister" will be disappointed in your
offering above...it's not terribly well written and lacks sufficient
venom. My general attitute toward the two of you is summed up below...
WOMAN'S LOVE POEM
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man,
who's not a creep.
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long.
One who thinks before he speaks.
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed.
When I spend his cash, won't be
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make
love to my mind.
Knows what to answer to "how big is my
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
MAN'S LOVE POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me
fishing and hunting. This
doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
> --- In email@example.com, "gaelman58"
> <gaelman58@> wrote:
> > "Leave us go down among 'em"...Ward Bond to his fellow Texas Rangers
> > before the raid down into a village of hostiles.
> > The last proferred alignment shows Frank, Dottie and Tom on the left
> > and me in/on the right...this is entirely unfair...there's not nearly
> > enough of them over there...besides that they are almost totally
> > encumbered by the two useless sister gossips who'll make common cause
> > with almost anyone to justify their list "participation"... and, of
> > course, there is the very real danger that "Carol" will stumble into
> > their camp...the three of them probably think, in their quiet moments,
> > "On my God, what the hell am I party to?"
> > Doesn't matter...the three of them ought get on with their
> > anthroposophical considerations...the "disrupters" are easily seen as
> > entertaining distractions and no more...their whiny little inputs are
> > concrete proof of my "misogynistic" observations, aren't they?
> > You might think me smug, eh?...yeah?...well, who's getting the
> > endorsements from that sneaky little quarter?...wait a minute,
> > Dottie's stock rises immeasurably when the it does it's rotten
> > bit....McFoetus, who survived the modern cut