From: dallagata@fnala.fnal.gov (Michele Dall'Agata)
Newsgroups: alt.flame
Subject: Who is *Kevin Walsh*
Date: 19 Dec 92 04:13:17 GMT
Organization: Fermi National Accelerator Lab
NNTP-Posting-Host: fnala.fnal.gov


	Dear Kevin Walsh, who are you? You know, the first time that I 
posted with you, I thought that you were just a british. "What's worse than 
a british?" I used to think. I had a real bad idea about british. And then I 
met you, in alt.flame. Unbelivable. I've never met anybody as stupid as you.
You  claim to have alt.clue[tm] and you do not have any clue. You claim to 
have the alt.life[tm] and you do not have any life. Everybody tell you that 
you are a moron, everybody tell you to get a clue, everybody tell you to 
show us the little bit of brain that you still have. No way. You are just a 
moron. Life is sad. I could not belive that a guy using a computer could be 
so mindless, so clueless, so idiot, so frustrated, so unuseful on this 
world. You have a job, you said. But *WHICH* job do you have, please? You 
speak so often about toilets and you complain so much about pizza bread, 
that the only thing that I can think, is the following : You do not have a 
father. I mean, your father is Italian, from the south. He was a pizza-man 
in uk, and he fucked with your ugly mother. Then, when he knew that he was 
going to have a british-moron-scum son, he thought that it was better for 
him to go away. Thus, your mother to get money, had to go to clean toilets.
And you can't forget this. You hate pizza-bread, and you think that the 
only job that one can have is to clean toilets. It make sense. I think that 
your job is to clean toilets, too, like your mother. And that's not all.
You are selfish, also. You belive on yourself, something that for us is 
very strange. And on my *mind* (something that you miss), I have a picture:
After that you are born, you were alone. No brothers, no systers. Nobody to 
speak with. At scholl all the kids used to have fun of you, the small, ugly, 
shy moron that thought to be a genius. Ah, with glasses, also, for sure.
You used to complain about people, you thought " How can they do this to me? 
Why do they hate me soo much?!?" They did not hate you, moron, like we don't. 
It is not worth to hate such an idiot. But you did not understamnd this, so 
you thought that *they* were not able to understand you. And you started to 
think that you are a genius, while the other people is bad. They did not 
deal with you, so, your awful logic told you that the reason was that you 
were too much for them. And you were half right. Too much moron. 
Then you grown up. You had 14 years, and you started to look for a girl, you 
know, all the normal boys use to do it. But nogirls wanted to deal with you. 
You, the stupid, ugly, moron. And you did not understand, at the first. But 
you had to have an answer, you had to give it to yourself. And, to protect 
yourself, you stiil thought that you were to much, too much for them. Such 
a mistake. You were and are just too much ugly. You live on your world. You 
spend many houres everyday in front of a computer. It is the only way that 
you have to have fun. How many videogames do you play for day? (sure, when 
you do not masturbate yourself...). Maybe one thousand. How many girls did 
you have on your life? I am sure about that: *ZERO*. I had pity of you, but 
you did not want to stop your stupid jokes. You did not want to get a clue, 
and, when I told you that you were boring, you thought that you were 
winning. No way, moron. You can't win. I am *creative*. A lot more than you.

	Deal with it, now, little ugly moron.

		Michele