Hey, I’ve got no quarrel with you, Mr. Fly, except the minor point I’ve already made, which is that talking about yourself in the third person sounds pretentious and silly. I never said your site was stupid. That would imply I bothered to look at your site at all. I didn’t. I mean, life is short.
They don’t hurt my head, fuckoff. I’ve seen enough juvenile pseudo-“deep thoughts” bullshit in my time that it isn’t physically painful to watch someone be a pretentious fool anymore.
The thing about being different is, there has to be a fucking POINT.
For instance, I could take up posting without vowels, and piss every one off. But it isn’t making a statement or doing anything important.
Being a rebel doesn’t make you right. You have fallaciously associated yourself with the avante garde. People like Andy Warhol could be confusing and were disliked by many people.
Apparently, in your head you think, “Gee, I’m confusing and no one likes me. I must be a great mind like Andy Warhol, and my enemies must be small-minded plebian philistines, like his were.”
Except you aren’t very smart, so you would substitute, “fucking stupid conformists” in place of “small-minded plebian philistines.”
However, since the Wally post is gone, my quarrel with you is over. You are free to pursue idiocy and a deluded martyrdom without further comment from me.
Insipid Fly is now sharing his intellect in Great Debates.
He seems to have delusions of grandeur, and he shouldn’t even have delusions of adequacy.
The ‘fly’ in his name is a misnomer. I think of him as more of a gnat or mosquito, like the one in your tent in the middle of the night on a camping trip, buzzing annoyingly near your ear, refusing to go away and impossible to get rid of.