How dare you attack me with such accuracy?
To MST, on behalf of the hapless mmmarie.
Well, you crossed the line, that's for sure. I've been insulted before, but until now, I'd never been attacked with such appalling accuracy. I cannot believe you had the gall to unleash that torrent of utterly valid criticisms. Vicious, founded attacks like yours cut deeper than any knife.
I've had some low-down snakes spit their venom at me before, but they were usually such overdone and unwarranted insults that no one could take them seriously. But you, sir! How dare you look me in the eye and see through me to the deeply flawed person I actually am, let alone sling your poisoned barbs with such precision?
So I tell lies. Okay, you got me. But is that any reason to call me "a dirty liar"? If that's what you think of me--and you should--at least have the decency not to rub my face in the awful truth of it all. Just call me a liar, then storm out and slam the door. For the love of God, don't point out two contradictory statements I made and then ask me, in front of everybody, to somehow reconcile them. That kind of smear tactic gives me no chance to avoid being justly branded a liar. I really thought you were above that.
But the capper on the jug, the slight I shall never forget to my dying day, was when you called me immature, painting me as, "an emotional infant incapable of interacting with others in a deep or meaningful way." Again, drawing on what you have actually observed rather than ad hominem attacks, you used my patterns of behavior to draw a cohesive portrait of a needy, self-centered woman forever wallowing in her own tiny universe of grudges and misplaced blame. You have destroyed--and impressed--me with your masterful insight into my psyche.
I mean, my God. Anyone can insult a person, but you tore me apart with an informed, well-reasoned line of argument! You sliced me to helpless ribbons, the English language your scalpel! Could I really have angered you that greatly? I'm just glad "my cute kitty" wasn't here to see my considerable faults laid bare.
How could you, sir? Why would you want to do such a thing?
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