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Rob Flickenger writes "I for one am sick and tired of all of the work it takes to build out wireless community networks. Evidently, so was the
Linksys Community Network: a Real Network project for the masses. It's about time somebody did something to bring Wi-Fi to the People."
Dan Flickenger and Scott Lockwood are butt buddies!
wireless pants! Everyone needs a good pair of wireless pants for when they are away from their woman.
You're an idiot. A moron of the highest order. You're so stupid it's a wonder you can remember to breathe. Intelligent ideas bounce off your head as if it were coated with Teflon. Creative thoughts take alternate transportation in order to avoid even being in the same state as you. If you had an original thought it would die of loneliness before the hour was out.
On an intelligence scale of 1 to 10 (10 corresponding to the highest attainable IQ) you're rating is so far into negative numbers that one would need to travel into another quantum reality in order to even catch a distant glimpse of it. Your personality is that of a rabid Chihuahua intent on destroying its own tail. Your powers of observation are like that of the bird who keeps slamming into the picture window trying to get that other bird it keeps seeing.
You are walking, talking proof that you don't have to be sentient to survive, and that Barnum was thinking of you when he uttered his immortal phrase regarding the birth of a sucker. You are, at varying times, tedious, boring, earth shatteringly hilarious in your idiocy, childish, moronic, pathetic, wretched, disgusting and pitiful. You are wholly without any redeeming social graces or value. If God ever decides to give the planet an enema you'd better run like the wind because anywhere you
stand is a suitable place for The Insertion. And you probably dress funny, too.
There is no animal so disgusting, so vile that it deserves comparison to you, for even the lowest, dirtiest, most parasitic member of the animal kingdom fills an ecological niche. You fill no niche.
To call you a parasite would be injurious to the thousands of honest parasitic species. You are worse than vermin, for vermin does not pretend to be what it is not. You are truly human garbage.
You are a fraudulent, lying, predatory charlatan. You are worthless compared to burnt-out light bulbs. Your will forever live in shame. You have nothing to say, and Godwin's Law does not apply when writing about you.
You are the anti-Midas, for all that you touch becomes valueless and unusable. Mothers gather their children close when you appear. You are Nature's way of saying "&#%!!" You should get a real job but you are unemployable. You misspell short words and I doubt you can dance.
You are as an oil slick upon a natural paradise. You would proposition Jonbenet Ramsey, and seduce her with bogus lines. You have made Tim Thorne look competent. You spoil everybody's day, and your horoscope is rarely accurate.
You are an aberration, a corruption, a boil on the Net that needs to be lanced. You are a poison we need to vomit. You are a tooth so rotten it infects the whole body. You are sperm that should have been captured in a condom and flushed down a toilet. You are no fun, and you don't know how to post.
I have a strong wish for you to be attacked by a herd of horny silverback gorillas infected with CCHF. I hope the judge orders Rusty the Bailiff to spank you repeatedly as the jury laughs hysterically and Oxford grins like
the Mona Lisa. I pray a power spike of a size to make Nikola Tesla drool turns your doublewide into
something resembling a microwaved Faberge egg. I'd
like to see you selling roses in the jailhouse
cafeteria, dreams of bliss with children that never will be in such a newly bottom fed sex life making you bawl uncontrollably.
I don't like you. I don't like anybody who has as
little respect for others as you do. Go away.
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say on Earth. I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions from your ex-CO. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.
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, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, revulsion, a big suck on a sour le