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Postby Mivat » Fri Jul 30, 2004 6:08 pm

When faced with a person that you truly cannot stand? Well, here's an idea and some inspiration!


I have only this to say to you:


You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. You
are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be
seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans.

You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little
worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a
cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a
weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench,
a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same
species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at
the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut.
Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are
a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn.
And did I mention that you smell?

You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe
player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world
that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg,
either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist
as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you
at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done
to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.

Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting
to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a
nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able
to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude
oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.

You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than
you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short
of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few
chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God
created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks,
slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his
standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You are
Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the
slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You
are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred
trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.

You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid,
nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an
ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with
you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in
a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup
doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together.
You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.

Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be
read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your
tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001
worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big
W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to
trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order
to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no
normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the
sewers in search of your git.

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and
obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living
emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a
loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make
Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0
mind in a version 6.10 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop
around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You believe
that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You would
rather read L. Ron Hubbard than Larry Niven. Hee-Haw is too deep for
you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would
let you.

On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are
deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of
wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted.
Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you.
Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source
of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous
galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother
opening the door when you leave - you should be able to slime your
way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs
out from under the porch and bites you.

You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock.
You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted
boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You
gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole
ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered
bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You
dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your
spouse be blessed with many bastards.

You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself
in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny
clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a
clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature;
_Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_. You would be out of focus.

You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You
are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel.
You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You
are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that
you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go
away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won't make
it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which
became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy's lair.

It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone
that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled
far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid.
Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to
a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium.
Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid.
Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one
minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot
be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid.
This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure
extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws
of nature. I must apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of
stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while.
I don't think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic
opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other
drivel. Duh.

The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. Maybe later in
life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you
will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many
of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time
of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged"
persons in this world who find these things to be difficult. If I had
known that this was true in your case then I would have never have
exposed myself to what you wrote. It just wouldn't have been "right."
Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck
in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a
demand on you.

P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful,
cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable,
belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal,
fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic,
brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame,
self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent,
libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, EDLINoid,
illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking,
devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic,
fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased,
suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim,
crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim,
unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive,
mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive,
abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, and Generally Not Good.


Told you it was long :P And after a tirade like that, they'll probably look like this: http://www.home.no/shadowxp/images/New%20stuff/woot.jpg
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Postby Broken Guitar » Fri Jul 30, 2004 6:14 pm

that post was completely genious. Did you actually come up with that yourself? or did you just find a whole bunch of very long insults on different pages. But i must say that its the small things that really make ppl feel bad like "you a$$ ramming punk" and junk. But those were truly veeerrrrrrrrrrrryyy funny.
You know how at starbucks they have like weird names for sizes,small is tall,medium is grande,large is vente?Thats because they don't want ppl fellin bad for payin $3 for a urin sample sized cup.Well they can go and shove a vente razor up there a$$.
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Postby Tristalyn » Fri Jul 30, 2004 6:42 pm

There was an insult maker that was posted awhile back on one of the forums I troll that gave you the option of creating insults and lengthy ones.. I'm guessing something similar to that was used :)
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Postby Tarryk » Fri Jul 30, 2004 6:46 pm

Actually, it's many years old, but has grown paragraph by paragraph since it's first inception (obviously started on a forum somewhere). But it's spread around many times, usually via chain mails and forum linkers, over the years. :)
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Postby Mivat » Fri Jul 30, 2004 7:14 pm

I found a link to it in a kickmessage that one of my co-ops on IRC had :P thought it was pretty hilarious :)


And yes, the pic is of me, aka Teh Insane Chef :P
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Postby Broken Guitar » Fri Jul 30, 2004 7:16 pm

i should have realized that that post was not only by you, i mean noone could have came up with all of that. hehe. :twisted:
You know how at starbucks they have like weird names for sizes,small is tall,medium is grande,large is vente?Thats because they don't want ppl fellin bad for payin $3 for a urin sample sized cup.Well they can go and shove a vente razor up there a$$.
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Postby Cowtipper » Fri Jul 30, 2004 7:19 pm

"Blah blah blah blah blah You are a technicolor yawn."

Sorry, I had to paraphrase after speed reading your post (which means I scrolled down to all the replies)

Great ideas there for what you're working on. I like the one about the increasing the value and producing a higher profit margin. Keep up the good work.
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Postby Tacz » Fri Jul 30, 2004 8:39 pm

The best one is Clueless. Definitley.
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^^

Postby Joanwilder » Sat Aug 14, 2004 11:23 am

Keep em comin' Miv, I always look forward to your posts... did you have a certain person in mind when you did this? :lol:
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Re: ^^

Postby Mivat » Sat Aug 14, 2004 11:28 am

Joanswilder wrote:Keep em comin' Miv, I always look forward to your posts... did you have a certain person in mind when you did this? :lol:


Oh, I can think of a few *grins evilly*

I won't mention them, though, as my personal hatred for some people isn't an issue for these boards :D
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Postby Oddysee » Sat Aug 14, 2004 11:47 am

Hatred is a very strong word my friend... Are you quite sure you even know exactly what it is?
No harm intended, but you just see a lot of people say they hate this and that, and sure, it's a figure of speech. But hatred in it's purest... I doubt most people will ever feel that. And to be honest, no single person should, but that's not always the way of things.
Hatred is as strong and as powerfull as love. Yet it is it's exact opposite. Whenever you see the person, your stomach churns, you feel sick. Not unlike the butterflies, only now it's rage. When ever something bad happens to the person, you shine. No matter WHAT it was, you shine. When you see them, you have to restrain yourself and hold back your thoughts of hurting them. Just as you wish nothing but happiness for those you love. You wish nothing but missery for the one you hate. Maybe even death.
Before anyone thinks of writing it, I'm not talking that one moment thing where you're angry at someone. I'm talking about, even when everything has calmed down. When everyone is happy again. You still lie there at night, wishing something horrible will happen to the person.As much as you care for someone you love. As much you want this person to suffer.

Hatred leaves your mind as confused as love does. You find you cannot think straight, and the person occupies a lot of your thoughts. It's in no way a pleasant experience, as even the thought of it makes your blood boil. A thought exists in your head, that when it pops up, you become bitter and enraged. People about you have no chance of knowing what's going on, yet as is the case with all rage, they will feel it on your mood and you will somehow take it out on them.

I personally hope no one I know will ever hate someone. For it's not worth the energy it drains. The person who inflicted this upon me is no longer alive. And even to this day. Even in death, I cannot forgive the person. I cannot feel sorry, nor can I think of a single good thing about my accuaintance with said person. I can only be thankfull that my thoughts are now free of that burdon.

I don't know, you might hate, Mivat. But are you sure dislike, no matter how much, would not be a better choice of words? I surely hope so. For your sake...






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Postby Mivat » Sat Aug 14, 2004 12:35 pm

As this post will be touching upon a few deeply personal issues, I take the liberty to be very vauge.

Trust me, Oddysee, I know what hatred is. I live with it every day, although it's weaker now than it used to be. I no longer wake up with hatred and anger as my first thoughts. I also know from personal experience that letting hate and fear be the driving force in ones life is self-destructive and outright dangerous. It breaks you down as a person, and once hatred is all you live for, there will take a great amount of energy and time to find some other purpose in life. There are lots of examples to this historically speaking.

There are persons that I truly and utterly hate with all cells of my body. But I don't dwell much on it, since I don't have to deal with those people on a daily (or even regular) basis. The hatred I feel for them is a cold, dead thing, which will never be let out. It's kept safely and securely inside, only to be touched upon in times where I need the anger that follows with it. Think of it as a ball of icy fire, safely hidden deep deep inside. This may sound like metaphysical mumbo-jumbo to many, and many will probably thing "No way that someone has that much control over their feelings". I don't agree, but that's probably because I know myself better than most :) The hatred I feel is something that diminishes over the years, but it's never truly gone.

I don't feel rage when I DO see the objects of my hatred anymore. As I said, it's a cold thing. I can even be civil with them, but not more. They also know this, and luckily they have enough brain-matter not to press the issue into the open world. You may ask yourself "What good is hatred when you don't act upon it?", and here's the answer: Acting upon something in a blind anger is not the way things should be done. With hatred, as with everything, control is the key. If I can't control my feelings, then what am I?

I can attest to the fact that hatred is, as love, one of the strongest emotions there is. It can consume you totally, as it did with me before I learned how to deal with it. I don't wish anything ill against the persons I hate, but I don't care about them one way or another. If I found one of them laying mortally wounded, I would help them because I can't call myself human and NOT help in such a situation. Even though I may hate the person with every cell, I feel that it is not my place to hold their life in my hand and toss it away. To some, their existence has meaning and purpose. Just because I don't think so, who am I to decide what is best for others?

I know I can't straighten things out with them if they die. This is something I would have to live with for the rest of my life. But when an object of hate is no more, can I then still hate? No. I might be sorry because it would be too late to do something, but I'd have to let the hate go for good.

I don't know if any of this made any sense at all, but I don't know what else to write about it. I guess what I wanted to convey is that different people uses hatred and anger differently than others.
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Postby Darth Bootay » Sat Aug 14, 2004 2:20 pm

I suppose it comes as no surprise that I am a person who knows both love and hate intimately. After all, like Bootay, I am a truely neutral soul. However, unlike Bootay, I love AND hate with equal abandon.

As I have grown older, I have become more and more social this has resulted in my meeting quite a few people. Most I like, some I truely and deeply love, and then there's the handful for whom I feel an elemental and unabashed hate.

I don't think many people really know much about love OR hate, as a large number of people I've encountered don't seem to be capable of feeling either in more than a shallow and almost bystanderish kind of way. There is absolutely nothing shallow about either love or hate. Both are emotions that are primal, visceral and soul-shaking.

But hate... almost as uncomfortable and inconvenient as love. Almost. It is eternal. It is unavoidable. Irrational.

There are people, even in the confines of this game, whom I will never encounter face-to-face, whom I honestly and wholeheartedly wish ill on every time they come to mind. Being a civilized person of some ethical standard, I don't act on my desire to cause them as much pain, misery and misfortune as I crave... but that does not lessen the utter sense of loathing and the need to completely and utterly erase them from both existance and all memory of having existed as painfully as possible that arises each time I am reminded that they actually draw breath.

Being a thinker, I've examined these feelings on many occasions, picking at them like emotional scabs, trying to uncover the reasons I feel the way I do and what, if anything, I can do to stop feeling this way. Because hate is painful to the hater, exhausting, a waste of mental resources better used in more constructive ways. There is no way to fulfil the drive that hate puts in us, no fruition of a person's unrelenting malevolence of purpose. Unfulfillable urges are unproductive. If nothing else, this makes them negative and undesirable.

In my probing, I have discovered that most of the time, the handful that I hate have crossed one of my boundaries in such a way that they have offended me so deeply that I cannot forgive them without some act of contrition on their parts and that they have demonstrated no possibility of doing such a thing. All of the people I hate are what I think of as "chronic offenders" who either repeat their offenses with me or perpetrate the act that sparked my initial anger against them over and over on a long parade of people. For some strange reason, if the person I hate is female (and rest assured, I am an equal opportunity hater) that hate burns even more painfully in me. It is more painful, because it is more difficult to feel such deep disgust and animosity towards someone of my own gender, I guess.

Hate is a catch-22 for me. It is obsessive, focussed and extremely personal. It binds me irrevokably to a person I have no use for, no desire to be near, no want to be associated with and no need to interact with. I become linked in the minds of others with those I hate, which is a thing I cannot bear. But still, there it is, my mind, spirit and will, focussed to a lodestone, pointed in the direction of the object of my hate. The more I try to divorce myself from it, the more it becomes a conscious thing, polluting my pleasant thoughts with visions of the hated. And still, I cannot let go of it.

I suppose this is why people tend to shy away from actually experiencing such strong emotions, even if they insist on misusing the words for them with such frequency. It's easier to "hate those stupid trainers" than it is to actually be possessed by every primal and ugly instinct to destroy that a human being can feel.

*chuckles* Sometimes I think it's a pity that there is no such thing as a metaphysicist in real life. I get the feeling I'd make a very good one.
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