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Nemesis wrote:
> Kadaitcha Man wrote:
>> Nemesis wrote:
>>
>>> Are you attempting to say that you are incomprehensible?
>>
>> "Just how incompetent and incapable is someone when
>> Roget's Thesaurus is devoid of appropriate superlatives to
>> describe that person? Well, Nemesis (also Nemesissy and
>> Allan Ross) is just such a person."
>>
>> http://peanut-gallery.kadaitcha.cx/nemesis.html
>
> Admission by evasion noted.

You never cease to be the perennial loser, Allan. That site regularly gets 
1400+ hits a day, often peaking at 10,000 hits a week. You're going to be 
famous, Allan. Especially now I've started spreading the word.

http://peanut-gallery.kadaitcha.cx/main.html#nemesissy

Come and meet Nemesissy, also known as Allan Ross, all-round pig-headed oaf. 
With cabbages as his intellectual equals, he excels at spectacular 
self-nukes, turning himself into piles of radioactive dust with every post. 
You've probably seen blind-drunk old men with two left feet and only one leg 
avoid fresh pools of warm vomit on the footpath with more skill and finesse 
than Allan Ross has at avoiding the inevitable... yet another spectacular 
self-nuke.

Now, Allan, you /might/ have a remote chance to commence the heavy task of 
grasping at the notion of why you've been named Usenet's Utlimate Fuckwit. 
It's all there for you and anyone else to read. In a day or so, the google 
bot will have spidered the site and your name will be up in lights; the very 
first link on google, everytime someone types in retard nemesissy, retard 
nemesis, or retard Allan Ross. Try it for yourself, Allan...

http://www.google.com/search?num=100&hl=en&lr=lang_en&ie=UTF-8&safe=off&q=retard+zarathustra&btnG=Search

Take whatever enjoyment you can of the last moments of your over-weening 
pride, Allan. Go to google and type in retard zarathustra. Have a laugh at 
zarathustra's expense while you can. Everyone else will be laughing at your 
expense soon enough.

Got any other keywords you'd like me to feed to google?

Come on, Allan, it's your show. Your 15 minutes of fame and 15 years of 
ignominy are here at last. The moment you've been waiting for has arrived.

PS: Tell me, sweety pie, about all those florid, descriptive sentences and 
exquisitely constructed mind images I create on the canvas of the collective 
consciousness, you know, the one's you've been abysmally trying to dismiss 
with your one word lames. You didn't think any of it was being written for 
/your/ benefit, did you?