Says the dog molester with a vomit fetish. Whatever.

Again with your fetish? Is that something you inherited from uncle dad? I'm noticing that you seem to have a fixation with vomit, too. You're one twisted little degenerate, you know that? Your politics make a lot more sense now. You can barely hold a coherent thought, and live a deeply repressed life in the closet.…

Oh, so your parents were worthless, bigoted white trash too. That explains a lot. Do try to follow the conversation, dogfucker. I've warned you many times that projection does you no favors. Perhaps its time to put down the pain pills, Rush.

What have I told you about projection, little man?

No one. You own a mirror, after all.

Now you're getting confused, little man. Huff too much paint with uncle dad in the toolshed?

Being called a scumbag by a bitter, lonely dog molester is compliment, little man. Try again.

Again with the fetish? I'm glad that you have the courage to be open about it, but you need to stop broadcasting it. I get it, no woman wants to be with a bitter sad sack, but molesting dogs is not the way to go, little man.

Still stuck on the bestiality? You need therapy, little man. The obsession is rather unnverving. I hope you're registered. Oh wait, of course you are. Sexual misconduct seems to be the forte of your ilk. Bet you have a "wide stance," too.

That's it little man, keep running away, keep projecting. No one will ever figure out that you're an ignorant coward with bizarre desires.

There you go again, trying to change the subject. When did you first notice you had impure thoughts about animals? Projecting your limited intellect on to others does you no good. Take too many pain pills? You were targeted because direct action triggers you like the scared little rodent you are. The mean old liberals…

There you go again, showcasing your degenerate fixations for all the world to see, spouting nonsense like the angry, impotent little sad sack you are. You need to put down the dope pipe.

You sure do have some major fixation on dogs. When was the first time you committed bestiality?

There you go again, spewing more nonsense when the uncomfortable truth shows up. Run away little man.

Everything, little man. You fear immigrants. You fear muslims. You fear women. You fear change. You are a scared little rodent, desperately clinging to whatever he can as the world leaves him behind.

*yawn* more hot air from this bloviating gasbag. I see that like most of your ilk, you're frightened by big words, little man. So, what's it line to live in fear? Do your masters let you spit, or do they make you swallow like a good slut?

And now we're on to non-sequiturs? Oh little man, the pseudo-Intellectualism is such a bad look. Just admit that you're a scared, piss-covered rodent that needs strongmen to do the thinking for you. I have some nice boots, would you mind polishing them, scum?

That's it little ostrich, bury your head deeper.

That's it little man, keep running. Keep denying. Keep deflecting. Cower like the piss-covered vermin you are. Maybe you'll own the boots you lick, some day.

Whatever it takes to remain in denial of the fact that everything you do, say and think is rooted in fear, little man.