I am sick to f******g death of crybaby ranters that bear thar souls, weeping and gnashing thar teefez of everdanged slite wihich habz been portrayed upon ther worfless selfs. It iz the hite ob obsequitchusness in my homeless opium and shud be outlawed from this lannd. A persperous nation kinnever stand wif crybabys and catterwarblers allus makin' noise and genrely bitching incontinentnly. Thank you Boberdz fer this fine outlet fore my own deep seeded allusions. You are AOK wif me even ef you iz cursed wif being summat greenish tinctured..

Yerz,
Tweedezre