Oh dear. It seems that my deluded hate vendetta stalker has failed to get this gentle blog deleted. It was obvious to anyone that this was never going to happen as this is a beautiful blog, a tender blog full of literature, poetry, raindrops on roses and ickle kittens. Nice things, good things, sweet things. Things my malicious rampaging rodent stalker couldn't bear.
I'll have you deleted in an instant
Goodness me, that banshee shrieking howling wail could be heard all over the internet, but to no avail. In cyberspace, nobody could hear her scream. A clever woman or an educated one would try reason, perhaps with a little humour thrown in to sweeten the message, but no. This loon goon goes stamping in with her clunky boots, clumsily knocking things over, creating a racket and a fuss and a kerfuffle. No grace, no dignity, nothing to show any class, any breeding. More cider and roll ups than champagne and cigar.
Thank goodness nobody takes her seriously. Her blog is as flat and empty and unvisited as the Westernmost plains of Outer Mongolia. Nobody goes there and nobody comments. Not like this blog - a cultured blog where intelligent people discuss literature, history and poetry, where the intellectual power of the readers shines like a beacon that is very bright and shiny and glowing.
My stalking stalker makes empty threats like a giraffe howling at the moon, dancing around like a stoat chasing it's tail, like a hammy hamster frantically running in a big wheel of her own mind.
She huffs and puffs, but this blog is a sturdy blog, one made from the solid bricks of academic inquiry and held together by the mortar of intellectual merit. She can't blow this blog down.
She can rant and rail and rave till she's hoarse and dizzy with exhaustion, but the truth is nobody is listening to her.
She claims that we've been "Downloaded by lawyers". Oh really? If she knew just how few times her lawyers had visited this blog and just how little time they spent here - (the last visit was timed at 0 seconds, meaning they didn't even wait for the page to be fully downloaded before leaving!) perhaps she would then realise that she is just howling in the wilderness.
All alone.
Everyone is over here now and recognises that this blog is where the norks of truth and justice speak out. Here is where people gather to discuss higher things, important philosophy, spiritual matters and that she has been exposed as a gibbering gibbon.
It's Party Time!!!
Today we celebrate the norks of truth and justice and their victory over the boobies of bilge and blether.
Today we will ring out with sweet poetry joyful songs and comments of beautiful truth.
Let the party begin!
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