William Schryver wrote:It's an instinctive reflex that moves you in the darkest corridors of your being; wraps its grasping hands around the very core of your carnal essence, and wrenches your flesh until the primal scream of your suppressed outrage bursts into a malevolent spasm of ecstatic rage.
And I predict -- yea, verily I prophesy -- that it will only get worse as time goes on ...
Will, you are a bozo, but damn it if you aren't a talented bozo. Too bad you spend your efforts on lost causes and bad arguments. I have to chuckle at your characterization of me, but at the same time I appreciate the linguistic flair demonstrated therein.
