There. Just LOOK at that noble visage, gazing past Carol and her friend in that manly and commanding fashion that few can imitate and none can match.

Ron Olesko, you are the one who is vermin. You have gone beyond the pale in your frenzied attempts to vilify a man who has boldly gone where no man went before, a man who has redefined popular music singlehandedly, a man who has expanded the boundaries of visionary thought and creative art. You, sir, are despicable!

I have written your name, "Ron Olesko", down on a sheet of toilet paper here. Later tonight I and an assembly of the Shatnerite faithful will gather and consign this doomed shred of paper to the flames of perdition in a ceremony which will bring the full wrath of the Gods of Outer Space down upon your head. You will be cursed and derided forever and ever, yea, until the rivers run dry and the little hysterical dogs all stop barking. You will be expunged utterly from the ranks of your fellow humans and driven forth to wander miserably in the infernal regions for all eternity.

You have taken the name of Shatner in vain on his birthday! Now be prepared to pay the awful price.