Dear friends:

I suggest that the following example, editted from FidoNet
and sci.astronomy, may give us some help in increasing the
depth and quality of our war with "ironjustice" Tom.

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 I don't think we are getting through to you, Tom.  Try
this on for size to resolve any residual ambiguity:

 You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of
filth.

 As they say in Texas, you couldn't pour piss out of a boot
with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that
won't go way.  I would rather suck off a lawyer than be seen
with you.

 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, a weasel. Your life is a
monument to stupidity.

 You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a rotted sour
lemon.

 You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf
smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your
alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf,
meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling,
giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in
recognition of what they had done.

 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.
And did I mention you smell bad?

 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 more rapidly.

 You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick
you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it
rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the
ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble
blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea
of your own trite, foolish beliefs.

 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.

 And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-
important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion
to have with us?  What fantasy do you hold that you would
believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more
weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly
in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?

 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 disease, you puerile one-
handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper.

 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.  You are the source of all
unpleasantness. You spread misery and  sorrow wherever
you go.

 You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger
off, pillock.  You grotty w.nking oik artless base-court
apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You
dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated
tosser.  You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You
cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead
cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed
coxcomb.

 You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-
gill.

 You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You
are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just
for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. . You
are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally
aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond
scum, and I wish you would go away.

 I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean
rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so
stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a
whole different dimension of stupid.

 You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed
on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed.
Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape.
Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury
stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire
galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to
be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this
stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the
original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid
so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws
of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on.

 This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may
not hear from me again for a while.  I don't have enough
strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half
baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest
of  this 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 more difficult.
If I had known, that this was your case then I would have
never read your post. 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...

 You're also boring, Tom.