First off, I shall begin this tome by stating speaking with base born men is great entertainment.

Recently I established an account on My Space, the popular social networking site every man, woman and child under God's Great Blue Gaze seems to be a member of. As such I began my exploration with profiles. In the course of this adventure I came across a musician of dubious reputation, talent and merit. The vocalist of the group has the band's location listed in a foreign country and in a territory that exists only in his mind. The man's imagination is vast and his attitude rancid. When I wrote to him pointing out a few things that were damaging to his reputation and cause, he came back at me in most a offensive fashion. A debased individual who apparently cannot communicate without heaping on vile abuse and using vulgar epithets as sentence filler. His ridiculous accusations had me in stitches throughout the two page response, and provided me with the best laugh I've had in ages.

It would have been best to immediately put him in his place but as I do so love a joust and it's so easy with rabble such as this thus, we went for a few go rounds before I slew him.

How simple a thing it is for a man to transform from a rock god into an ass. You have heard it said the pen is mightier than the sword. Supplant computer keyboard for pen and one has an anonymous method of tearing apart a puppy masquerading as a wolf with one's fangs without leaving home.