I’ll sum up every salient point fatherjohn has made for you all right now.
That about covers it.
Define backpedaling. Does it mean attempting to explain to you why you’re stupid? Apparently it does, to you. Then again, I’m not surprised. It’s a goddamn shame that there’s not an Olympic event for stupidity. You’d have more fucking gold than Fort Knox.
Clearly, you’re a fucking moron. As much as I think that ITR Champion should have been clubbed over the head at birth, I think you WERE clubbed over the head at birth. Your parents just weren’t able to finish the job before you mystified them with your ability to confuse yourself no matter how hard they try to explain to you why you’re a nincompoop.
I have tried over and over again to help you with your case of cranial-rectal inversion, yet you shun this aid in favor of distributing further ignorance. Every time I attempt to point things out to you, you stymie my efforts with another amazing wave of stupidity.
You, felchdrip, are hardly worth the hijack, quite honestly. Why do I continue to post? Easy. You entertain me, son. Plus, I need someone to yell at from time to time. It’s fun to yell at someone who couldn’t pass a turing test if I gave him a cheat sheet.
You are the singularity of intelligence. All of it in the universe can go into you, but none will ever come out. If Stephen Hawking ever met you, he’d get up out of his wheelchair and kick your ass for being so stupid. Then he’d piss in your ear and force-feed you pic feces.
Since I don’t feel well tonight, I’ll sum up with a a few short words for you:
You Are A Dumbass.
Rest assured, you dimwit fuckwad, I’ll be back in the morning, healthy, and with a nice fresh outlook on life. I won’t be as nice then. Jackass.