I don't care what people at a blog of little brain who don't bother reading what I wrote say about what they imagine I said.
If they wanted me to worry, they'd point out what I said that was wrong.
Intellectual incest, I didn't really understand there was such a thing until I saw what happens to an interbreeding blog community after a dozen or more years.
Update: Everything that stupid bint says only proves my point.
Update 2: That's not thinking, it's eschatautology: endless repetition of the common received and ineffective POV combined with self-congratulation over that repetition.
Update 3:
Elegy On A Kewl Kid
He's spittle drenched, outraged and peeved,
“He's flouted the wisdom, received”
It's simply too easy,
To make the boy queasy,
Just question what must be believed.
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