Dig deep, dig long, you pissant muckraker; you will find more falsehoods, if such is possible, than even your fevered meat-brain has ever brought out. I spit. Your taste for calumny, distortion and plain ole falsehood will be the last flavor you notice on your way out; my sympathies to your sorry sad-sack little soul.

But, what did you think of Mrs. Streisand's little essay? I rather liked it -- calling for impeachment on the grounds of falsification and malicious distortion. An art with which you clearly sympathize.

Ptui on you, buddy. You desperate efforts are classical extremist phobic reactions.

Come on over here and give me a big wet kiss on the butt, won't you?

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