1. Well, it could be worse; I could be unemployed and dependent on begging for money or on my wife.
    Ooops-sorry. Tactless of me.

  2. Not tactless of you. Repetitive of you. It’s the same joke again. really, you are like “I Love Lucy” – just endless repeats.

  3. Or, worst of all, you could be a meaningless, dull asshole who is so sad that you are actually less intelligent, happy or possessed of a purpose in life than those you consider losers and have to rely on them as the only people who will make any effort to validate your existence!

    Ooops. Tactless of me.

    Celebrate your assholery!

  4. Celebrate your assholery! Your shrinking ability to communicate! Your diminishing intellect!

    My granny died when I was six, you boring, useless, hare-brained, sick, friendless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, worm-headed sack of monkey shit. (para. Chevy Chase, but heartfelt, nonetheless).

    You want depressed? Here’s something for YOU especially, you cretin:

    You’re absolutely right – there may be no God at all. So, when we die, we will be just. dead.

    So will you (for which I’m sure everyone living will be grateful).

    But . . . and this is important . . . while we were alive, our lives were improved, made happy, expanded, sustained by our beliefs, our connections with one another and, if we’re wrong, we will never find out!

    You . . . are just miserable. No joy. No benefit to self or other. This isn’t even psychology, just observation of the bitterness and complete self-loathing you exhibit in every word you write.

    Fool! Of course I’m still alive! I will survive anything.

    The first shock to your privileged existence, and it’s meaninglessness will cease, you will be unmourned and the world will be a little better for your no longer being.

    You are nothing. Not just to me, but objectively.

    Absolutely. Nothing. I don’t even believe you work. I expect you sit around collecting SSI, or living off your parents, and knowing how empty and futile and impotent you are, knowing you have no reason to go on, but too afraid to do otherwise, you consume and produce nothing but poison and bile. You are a detriment to the human race. The most superstitious fundie has more to offer than you.

    Just thought it was time we stopped fucking around and told you that you really are as bad as you thought, and your life really is as pointless as you feared.

  5. Oh, and btw:

    An invisible friend is still one more than you ever have had or will have and you’ll die alone and unmourned.

    Bye, now, asshole.

  6. “It doesn’t matter whether you believe in God or not, no one wants to die knowing that they are an asshole.”
    — a good friend of mine many years ago.

  7. My comment must have hit a sore spot. I am now experiencing a troll out break on my blog.

    From time to time, I have been known to allow the troll droppings, hey at least I know someone is reading my stuff! In this case I have killed most of it. One remains, and will soon receive special treatment!


  8. My, oh, my, what a bitch.
    And I have a job. With bennies.
    Unlike Mad Priest. Or you, probably.
    And a wife. And children. We live together. And parents? Both dead.
    Now that we’ve gottten that out of the way, you’re still wasting your time.
    And all you can do is call names? Wow. No wonder mainline protestantism is doing so well nowadays!

  9. Blah, blah, blah. Same ole, same ole.

    I expect that’s one sick family you’ve got, troll. I bet you are a regular Papa Jupiter.

  10. Well, at least I don’t have to rely on my wife’s salary to feed them or house them.
    And I sure as sh*t don’t have to beg from strangers, either.

  11. Blah, blah, blah. Same ole, same ole.

    I tell you what, troll. I’ll give you 500 days off purgatory if you can come up with something different to say for once.