and cries thustly:

I’m six-foot two, one hundred eighty pounds,

Well, that confirms it. I’ve shit bigger than you.

fifty-two years old,

With the emotional development of a six year old whiny baby.

and I can still beat most twenty year-olds up the rope-ladder to a lights truss.

A roadie. Figures.

I walk my father’s land with a rifle regularly,

ooh, his daddy lets him carry a rifle.

and I last worked at my job in South Africa.

You worked?

I’ll do it next in Tokyo, on my own two feet and with every power that I was originally born with.

Which pitiably does not include decency, courtesy, intellectual honesty, common sense, or a brain.

You are a presumptuous ignoramus, “Og”,

I may be an ignoramus, that’s true. But I am smart enough not to worship at the altar of that queen of ignoramuses, Ayn Rand.

and just the sort of snack that I might chomp in a couple of bloody splashes in the general net.water,

in other words, you’re too much a fucking coward to bring your bullshit to anyone in the REAL WORLD because you know in the REAL WORLD your attitude would get your face pasted into the sidewalk. As you so richly deserve.

but there are other fatter fish to bag.

In other words, “Run away!!!”

Cry on.

Yes, you will, you always do.

Billy, you emotional infant, you have been banned from so many sites becuase of your bad manners, your general ignorance, and your persistence in trying to foist your patently ignorant and demonstrably wrong worldview on everyone you meet, I’m surprised that you haven’t yet figured out what a fucktard you are.

Wait, no I’m not.