Your horse shit escapes you, sir!
If this was a race between your intellect and your horse shit, the horse shit would be leading by a league.
Fascinating isn’t it? That which is the slowest part of the horse is fleeter of foot than the fastest part of your reason?
Even now my nostrils cringe, my sinuses singed by the offensive odor of arrogant ignorance.
A wrathful spirits attacks the senses, you didn’t give wing to a thesis, you gave flight to a feces.
You are a veritable Mercurial Twit, in the battle of wits the unarmed man must submit to the one armed man.
Yet still these persist, these Serpents of Unwisdom, these Servants of Anti Logic,
Whore shipping their god of Unreason. Rife with the pestilence of their Whore Moans being all out of wack.
Sentimental thinkers, reality warped by their emotions and addictions to their emotional ideas.
Strong in the disease and weak in health, they prostitute their reason to Normatization, Popular opinion.
Hiding their light they disappear into the herd.
Inoculating themselves to the cure and infecting themselves with the disease.
Intellectual faggotry and armchair philosophy are the rules of the day.
Divorced from the consequences, ignorant of the results, they march on oblivious to the reality
that they are their own worst enemy, they are sowing the seeds of their own demise, and they shall reap what they sow.
Hoist with their own petard, they invigorate their guard and fortify their grasp on their own failure, which cannot be
wrenched from their kung fu grip. They WILL have their just deserts, gazpacho of justice, a dish best served cold.