Well, I guess that, when it comes to (and I hate to use the word in this context with you, since it's a mockery to call it such) "discourse" with you, it says that I'm like many people: I insist during the traffic jam that I will not look at the car wreck when I draw near. But, as I approach, I am unable to resist the urge to stare, mouth agape and rubber-neck at the wreckage. It's nothing to be proud of, is it?
And, please note, that in this (and I hate to use the word in this context with you, since it's a mockery to call it such) "dialogue," I am not alone in this regard. After ignoring your posts to me for some time, I felt compelled to respond to your incoherent dictionary stalkings. And, in this instance, you are correct: I should be ashamed for doing so.
You really think everything's about you, doncha? And, of course, only a narcissist like you could admire the narcissist-in-chief.
You've proven to one and all with your hourly evidentiary updates that you're a moron who switches topics through either an inability to engage in coherent discussion or an inability to refute the logic displayed before you by the many people on this thread. Why don't we just leave it at that, shall we and spare us all the diarrhetic incontinence of your reply. |
