Been waiting for ages for a chance to pour scorn on those revisionists with no name, those would-be prophets of impending doom with heads carefully below parapets and posteriors well covered. It's so hard to cover both ends at once you know. You need a swivel head as an absolute must.
They fester in their bachelor pads (non-gender specific and sole resident). They seek recognition in their self-imposed hell by scouring their myopic existence for even a crumb of recognition among a gullible hoped-for audience of like-minded loners to amplify their painful hurty-hurty bleatings.
They claim to spread salvation through evangelistic fervour but deliver conflict where there was none and war where there was considered judgement – thereby displaying their ignorance. They hope for a law of diminishing returns. So do we.
That’s enough. For now.
I think I’ve managed to avoid offending anybody that matters, although that will possibly be offensive in itself.
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