Terri--

So aside from lying about other people's resumes and psychotically stalking
M.D.'s on obscure newsgroups, what's your claim to fame--other than being a
fat, demented, skank with no mate, no life, and no purpose other than
spewing anonymous hate?

Dear Fat Moron:

Here's how you distinguish between a typo and a spelling error: if the
person gets it right 99 percent of the time, it's typo. If a person gets it
wrong in a way that conforms to a common spelling error among the
half-educated hoi polloi such as yourself, it's not a typo.
   And here's a way to distinguish between yourself and a nonpsychotic
person: the latter doesn't spend every leisure hour anonymously flailing at
people she's never met over issues about which she has only a dilettante's
knowledge. You really need to get out more. Maybe, instead of spending every
waking hour in front of the computer spewing hatred and spite, if you went
to the gym to work off some of your excess bile--and flab--you might develop
a purpose for living. Frustrated failures and loners like you--especially
big fat ugly ones--are almost always the ones who vent their bitterness over
life's disappointments by nurturing outsize delusional resentments against
random targets. The distance between you and Travis Bickle is paper thin.
    Now you can go back to finishing off that yummy jar of mayonnaise.