Oh good grief.

Sweet Jesus what's it been, maybe an hour and a half since I made that post below?  And what's happened already? My good name is being dragged through the mud by a bunch of mouthbreathing Corkys who wouldn't recognize enlightened discourse if their own mothers shoved it right up their big fat monkey bottoms. 

I won't call the lot of you baboons because that would be impolite.  Still, you are all baboons.  Not the kind that are smart and can talk with their feet and hands in sterile university laboratories, mind you, but the kind of baboons that have patches of missing hair and go tearing through jungles in search of other lesser baboons with whom they can fight.  Until of course those other baboons turn around and fight back with the ferocity of a thousand tigers and ultimately kill the dumb bald baboons.  I feel sorry for the now-dead mouthbreathing baboons because they never saw it coming, which is due largely, of course, to their pervasive dumbness. 

Having said that, if you think I am a Nazi that is okay.  Or a socialist; communist; materialist; fashionist(a).  You are certainly entitled to your baboon opinions.  You can even write your brazen baboon letters which I know you resent having to write since I disabled my comment thing thereby forcing you, baboon hands and all, to write me directly, thus revealing your stalker email address.   

And so write write write; please just never stop.