From: mccla_d@snapdragon.cs.odu.edu (dennis mcclain-furmanski)
Newsgroups: alt.stupidity
Subject: RE: Some lone soul who thinks no one cares
Date: 14 Apr 92 22:52:35 GMT
Distribution: alt.stupidity
Organization: Old Dominion University, Norfolk, VA, USA

ljung@cae.wisc.edu says:

> I do.   <sniff>

Then for you, and all those to whom it *does* matter that the unwanted 
cascades have filled up the newsgroup, I offer my recent rant on the topic.

It ain't pretty, but it's real.


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For cryin' out B0B! What the fuck is this tertiary stage
syphalitic mental masturbation called cascading for? For
mono-neuronal morons who can't muster the mind power to
initiate original communication. Reverse thrust orange juice
midgets. Damn sewer sucking fly-biters wasting my fucking
time and disk space with mental weaknesses should refund the
precious seconds of my life they've defiled with their
asinine blather. Death! Blood! Moving violations! Weird shit
is one thing, but 90 fucking percent of a day's newsgroup
traffic? That ain't weird, it's fucking common. Pretzel neck
chicken lickers. If they had any gonadal substructure they'd
fucking TYPE the whole thing everytime. Non-ecumenical rat
dance fever. Cascading is like punk music - it's so the
worthless can be popular too. Or think they are. They aren't
- they're just so fucking numerous it makes me want to go
clone Hitler myself and reprogram him for eliminating the
ASCII droolers. Suck the farts out of dead seagulls! Stick
your fucking tounges to the wall of your freezer! B0B-DAMN
their vapid mindless wet dreams of network notoriety! If
there's anything so fucking anti-slack as cascading in the
real world, it's long since been evolved out of the useful
part of the human race. Maybe this one needs surgical
procedures. Pity the universe allowed to operate on the
physical laws which allow such abominations. Massive fucking
lobotomies from the knees up and feed their leg bones to the
feral dogs in the projects. I want to know who cleans the
keyboards after these twits yank their thumbs out of their
asses and poke at the keys. Pus! Kidney stones! Festering
canker sores on the anal orifice of humanity! Where the hell
was AIDS when it would have done some good? Not in my
fucking neck of the woods, bubba, 'course we didn't have no
NEED for that because we bred humans with more intellect
than a fucking ginko. Botulin toxin for breakfast, and heap
more industrial waste on it. I'd take that ridiculous
pseudo-human behavior as a plea for a belated still birth,
or better yet, an alley abortion using rusty coat hangers
and massive heroin bought with the quarters collected for
the blow jobs their fathers gave. Bite the wall! Rape a
rock! Give yourselves a rat poison enema and use the same
ass plug! PINK PINK PINK bastards! If there's one thing the
CON can do that actually has the ability to affect my life
in any fashion, it's getting these compelling arguments for
legalized Assassin games to keep plugging away at their
ignorant attempts to use language and annoy the fuck out of
me. BatpissratpisscatpissBALLS. Utter lack of communication
skills probably stems from the fact that their parents had
the same last name BEFORE they got married. Drano douche!
Shut up! Self inflicted spider bites! Shut the fuck up! Bite
the crusty chunks off the insides of each others' skid
marked shorts! Jam your microwave oven doors open and give
yourselves a brain tan and SHUT THE HELL UP!

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