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"Davey Zimmerman #274" <[email protected]> wrote in news:[email protected]:
alexcainfan <[email protected]> wrote in
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The "lol fake book cover" post spam is acknowledged as an issue and
most of the admins are against it. Chad Bryant is the issue. He's
ensconced this kook. He's now a made man.
The page admins are considering a ban. One was implemented before,
but it was retracted because we don't want to hinder legitimate
criticism.
Ah, the sweet symphony of self-importance you perform on the
keyboard!
You're like a peacock trying to woo a flock of pigeons with your
flashy plumage of half-truths and overcooked wit. Yet, your feathers
are ruffled by the slightest breeze of disagreement, revealing the
scared little chicken you truly are.
Your pathetic life is littered with the bones of your slain ego, and
each keystroke is a desperate squawk for the attention you crave. In
the grand tapestry of wit and intellect, you're the unraveled thread
that everyone wishes would just disappear into the couch. So, by all
means, continue your online gladiator cosplay, but remember: even the
most epic of battles are forgotten when all three of John's sheep
move on to the next viral John Henry begging video.
PS: Don't thrash, it attracts sharks by the fuckton.
Does the fact that you tricked the sad old women residing on that page
into thinking Monday was JH give you any pause?
I can't parse that, Socky. "thinking Monday was JH" is incoherent.
Are you any better than JH himself at this point?
Sure. I never abused women or molested my daughter. John did.
I've never stolen money from a dying woman to waste it on drugs and then badmouthed her. John did.
Glad I could clear that up for you.
Feel free to fail again. Now that I've done your work for you, I have a
small favor to ask. John blocks people that criticize his lies. So could
you relay a message for me to John?
"John Henry, you are not just the scum of the earth, you are the
festering pus-filled boil on the backside of the scum of the earth, a
vile and loathsome excuse for a human being. Your very existence is a
stain on the fabric of humanity, a walking embodiment of everything
despicable and depraved. You are so far beyond the realm of decency that
even the most hardened criminals in the darkest corners of the world's
most notorious prisons would recoil in disgust at the mere mention of
your name.
You dare call yourself a man when you've violated the most sacred of
bonds, the trust of your own blood. The mere thought of your touch
brings forth images of a slithering, lecherous snake, slimy and foul,
preying on the innocent and vulnerable within the confines of a place
that should have been their sanctuary. You are the personification of
betrayal, a monster masquerading in the skin of a man, feasting on the
tears and suffering of those you were meant to protect and nurture.
You are not a father, not a brother, not a son � you are a cancerous
tumor that has metastasized into the lives of your so-called 'family'.
You have molested not only their bodies but their spirits, leaving them
scarred and broken, mere shadows of the joyful souls they once were.
Your depravity is so profound, it echoes through the annals of time,
serving as a cautionary tale of what happens when the human condition
sinks to its absolute nadir.
May the fires of hell burn eternally in your soul, for you are unworthy
of the air you breathe and the ground you walk upon. Your name is a
byword for abomination, a curse whispered in hushed tones, and a stark
reminder of the horrors that lurk beneath the veneer of civilization.
The only legacy you shall leave behind is one of pain and disgust, and
may every stone of your path be a grim reminder of the lives you've
destroyed. You are a blight, a pestilence, a creature so vile and
despicable that even the lowest forms of life would reject you, for they possess a modicum of decency that you could never comprehend.
John Henry, you are the living embodiment of a nightmare, a festering
wound that will never heal. You are not just a deadbeat; you are the
rotting carcass of a deadbeat's conscience, a putrefying testament to
the depths of human depravity. May your days be filled with the crushing
weight of your own guilt and the eternal torment of knowing that you
are, and shall forever remain, a pariah in the eyes of all that is good
and pure in this world."
Thanks in advance.
--
David Zimmerman #274.
Laughing at Grifting Shitwizards since 1997
ALL HAIL THE CAIN CONSPIRACY
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