Hey, Bub, don't back down now. Where's the bluster? The bombast? The
badinage? C'mon, don't disappoint us!

All I can say about some posts is that the pharisaical, malefic, and
incognitant posts are a product of pointy-headed wowsers who, as a
group, are filled with cranks, pokenoses, blow-hards, four-flushers,
and pettifogs. Their foolish and contemptible products show up here,
using us as a dumping ground for deadwood so bereft of talent,
intelligence, and endeavor as to be useless.

These posters seem to be nothing but a rat bag of shoddy pedagogues,
athletes of the tongue, professional pick-nits filling the stupid
hours of their pointless days by nagging normal folk with inanities,
which, if printed, would be mere bum-wad fated to sit unread in the
printer until the sun expires. There they are, in a stuffy basement,
with unwashed hair, Wal-Mart blue jeans, batik print tent dresses, and
off-brand running shoes, the synthetic fibers from their fake Aran
Island sweaters pilling at the elbows, while they give each other high
fives, shouting to each other "Behold, ye dullards and despair!"

I do better after coffee.

It's hard to imagine that you could do worse.