I yam angry about your stupid, foolish and obnoxious trial of my vocabulary, as it is a taxing and moronic hoop through which to jump simply to satisfy your pitifully banal and thoroughly childish solicitation. You cling to what minor modicum of authority your position affords with a grip that contradicts your actual clout and moral durability. You poisonous, sour, vicious cads. Cowardly is not a satisfactory indication of opprobrium to fully portray my vigorous disgust toward you all. A cold, black abyss sits in a spot that, for normal humans, contains an organ of circulation.

Your skull, though not fully vacant, has an ugly occupant that is not a brain, nor a mind as it is commonly known, but a noxious soup that stirs only for acts of hostility toward individuals who’s words and actions you can not chain or corral. Crass, lacking class, and wanting of dignity, it is my firm wish that, as worm food, your foul and amoral alibis for souls find both God and Satan laughing as you twist in agony and pray in vain for oblivion’s absolution.

For now, you twats ford a symbolic Rubicon, but I vow that, should you cross my path IRL, banning my account is an act that will haunt your rancid scrotums.