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Oh my. Such anger. Such bitterness.

Such projection on your part.

You are indeed so stupid and have your head so stuck up your (Obama) that you don’t realize I’m playing you like a cheap violin. Toying with you like a cat with a mouse.

That's quite the creative fantasy you've spun for yourself instead of facing the fact that I've smacked you upside the head each and every time you have chosen to spew your drivel.

I’m starting to feel guilty now. Like a bully picking on the dumb retarded child. You’re starting to bore me now.

Here it comes, you're preparing to gather up whatever remaining dignity you think you have, and slink away.

I’ve had better and brighter conversations with a village idiot.

Nobody is interested in what you choose to talk about at your annual family reunions.

So please. Carry on with your bitter anger and have the last word. I give you permission. Have at it cupcake. I’m through with you.

LOL, "give me permission" eh?

As I said, you're trying to find the exit, and I already told you how to do it:

Write your pathetic (and coming from you it will most certainly be pathetic) opus and GTFO once and for all, you don't belong here.