Tobytone
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Oh, Corn Pop, you absolute legend in your own mind. I’m not honored, you’re just another senile loudmouth drone, but with a twist: you’re the self-anointed “writing master” still dining out on those two (or was it 200?) letter-to-the-editor wins from the Stone Age. Impressive, champ, at least you believe it is, right?Wow. Last Thursday was the day I had marked to reconsider my decision to put you on IGNORE. Never got around to it, but after seeing that Stone had replied to something of yours, I decided to do it today. Took you off IGNORE a few seconds ago...and this is the first post I encountered.
Back you go...and this time without a note on my calendar to do any reconsidering.
You’re the king of sanctimonious libtard nonsense, strutting around like a genius while serving up nothing but recycled talking points that belong in a museum next to Trumpet, Dutchy Boy, and Nomad’s greatest hits. That’s your intellectual peer group, congratulations, you’ve peaked at bottom of the barrel. Every post you churn out is a masterclass in delusional smugness, a shining beacon of “I’m brilliant, trust me!” with zero evidence to back it up. Screaming Nazi when it's clear you've never read a book smarter than a Nancy Drew 'novel' is as sad as it is hilarious.
Don’t get too excited, though, toying with a predictable dimwit like you is fun, but it’s like dunking on a toddler. I’m always scanning for the next self-important clown to send scampering back to their echo chamber. Run along, you're good at that, Corn Pop, and take your imaginary Pulitzer with you and tell others about your conquests. You're a hilarious little man, but damn, I'm not into beating a dead horse.