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|    Dan Clough to Bj”rn Felten    |
|    Re: New one    |
|    19 Jul 25 20:22:28    |
      TZUTC: -0500       MSGID: 1710.fido_ipv6@1:135/115 2ce18182       REPLY: 2:203/2 687c323e       PID: Synchronet 3.21a-Linux master/8c7887462 Jul 18 2025 GCC 14.2.0       TID: SBBSecho 3.29-Linux master/8c7887462 Jul 18 2025 GCC 14.2.0       BBSID: PALANTIR       CHRS: CP437 2       FORMAT: flowed       -=> Bj”rn Felten wrote to Dan Clough <=-               BF> Dan Clough -> Michiel van der Vlist skrev 2025-07-19 16:19:        MvV>> Ekaterina, welcome to the Fidonet IPv6 club!               DC> Oh, how exciting!               BF> Thank you for your kind and eloquent contribution to the Fidonet        BF> community.               You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in       Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the       heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be       seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans.              You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm       deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a       weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your       life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a       sour lemon.              I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as       you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of       you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile,       worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this       earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?              You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player.       You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the       likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg, either, but rather a mutant       maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your       alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of       what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.              Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress       us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be       available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more       rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with       caribou.              You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have.       You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a       few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full       human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches,       maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites,       then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make       you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in       the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a       green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered, goisher kopf, inbred       trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.              You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and       profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look       down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic,       starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI       compliant and your markup doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines       shorted together. You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.              Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read?       Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and       conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity       used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T., and your future doesn't       look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all       siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The       good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to       go into the sewers in search of your git.              You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious.       You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a       meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a       drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike       Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.13 world. Your       mother had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play       with you. You think that www.GuyMacon.com/flame.html is the name of a rock       band. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You       prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep       for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let       you.              On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in       all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank       and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex       operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you.       You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever       you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous       galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother opening the       door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I       hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites       you.              You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You       grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish       foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless       crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You craven       dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You       gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted       clapper-clawed flirt-gill. You jetere steatopygous pilgarlick hircine       whigmaleerious rhadamanthine lintlicker. I refer you to the reply given in the       case of Arkell v. Pressdram.              You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue       musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the       height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a       movie you would be a double feature; _Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_.       You would be out of focus.              You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the       unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely       mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You are degenerate, noxious and       depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything       about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming       flotsam. You won't make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a       world which became unbearable when the bioterrorists designed you.              It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the       other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as       we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed.       Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons       have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape.       Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more       stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It       cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid.       This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract       of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must       apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience,       you may not hear from me for a while. I don't think that I can summon the       strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring       trivia or your other drivel. Duh.              The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most       of your of what you wrote, because, well ... it didn't really say anything.       Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really,       stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly       effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell,       and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that       many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of       mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this       world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this was true       in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to what you wrote. It       just wouldn't have been "right." Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I       wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to       be placing such a demand on you.              P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly,       deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent,       opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist,       sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane,       arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial,       satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless,       EDLINoid, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking,       devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist,       dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling,       restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling,       uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious,       secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant,       self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, pinguid, and Generally       Not Good.                      ... 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