Youāre a brave man, Har. He already mopped the floor with you.
Ah, the nutjob lineā¦ There are galore lines from you on this site a far better fit for that description.
By the way, and sorry to break the news, nobody cares about your opinion because you are a slow witted lad who can, at best, type.
Malarkey is fast becoming a legend around here
And not a single text from anyone needed. Unreal.
And will let you in on another little secret, since your obtuseness and ego will prevent you clocking it, and I am a kindly sort, heel of hunt: I am not a wet day in this place and people are a million times more interested in my opinion than they are in your opinion. And all so after you have been ācarrying onā here for years.
How does that swerve make you feel about yourself? A bit nuttery scuttery?
Ah, the old predictable Kilkenny hate for Tannion, after the stripey scumbags tried to break his ankles in two successive AI throw ins.
The Gods gave me plenty pal, and thankfully I have used my considerable skill set with great success. I realize its difficult for a pseudo intellectual like yourself to understand anything beyond right and left stereotypes, but the spectrum of political ideology is wider than your pea brain can grasp.
Stick to writing your shit articles that nobody reads.
After calling you out in successive weeks, @Bandage has retreated to his bunker since you showed up. The real measure of a man thatā¦
Ah now, you may stick to being the hate child of Robert Nozick and Rupert Rigsby.
Pseudo intellectualsā¦ Yeah, you have the right gib of a lad who accrued any amount of Starred Firsts.
But I will, on a parting glass, vouchsafe a truth: there is no higher level of spoofing than personality defects smoothed into ideology.
The gods between us and all harm, there are an awful lot of lads out there who think so well of themselves for being Ian Brady without the crimes.
If Herr Bandage wants to have a go, any time at all, I will make mummy of him as well.
Heāll have a right go once you disappearā¦ Heāll make shit of then.
I havenāt had anything new to add today - I covered pretend texts and writing like someone that lives in Hard Times* yesterday.
*āBut I will, on a parting glass, vouchsafe a truthā¦ā
They hammered us. We even made Joey Holden look good.
Well you certainly chose your handle widely, a supreme bullshit artist in our midst. Welcome however, this place had gone a little stale and can only improve with a better class of lunatic.
A master delegator
You are a dung beetle. The biggest part of your body is a pair of pincers.
But hey, I guess that role still puts you near the top of this food chain.
Pity about the smell. But hey, as in that Dickens novel, people always want more.
That reply has cut me deep.
Not half as deep as genetics did.
Yep.
I am reminded of Edward Saidās summation of Conor Cruise OāBrien. Approximately: āA great fan of the overdog.ā
Is not terribly amusing when a similarly ardent fan of the overdog such as yourself finds it terribly hard to accept meeting far more than his match?
Everyone loves a little doggie. Except the little doggie.
And: do tell us about your genuine intellectualism and all those Starred Firsts.
Tis oh so easy to parse this stuff: bad skin in your teens and the ugly side of plain. All those rural Galway discos when you learned Ayn Rand was oh so right, ever before you pretended to have read Ayn Rand.
Iām a (very) big dog pal, stop yapping.