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Juan Manuel Alvarez. He's 25, used to live in Compton and after cutting his wrists, stabbing himself in the chest and parking his Jeep Cherokee, abandoned the vehicle on the tracks in front of an oncoming passenger train.
He's killed at least ten people today - not one of them him. Sent hundreds to the hospital. Occupied hundreds more rescue workers, investigators and Costco employees (YAH COSTCO!).
Spent a whole lotta my taxes.
Bitch.
It's been said I can use profanity well. Folks, this week I have been inspired. But it's time to share the glory.
That's right, the profanity lamp is LIT. Let fly. And no, this is not the time to warn the kiddies and tell people to cover their eyes.
You get points for refraining from using the 'seven words you can't say on television' - let's face it, they're overused. This is a male, too. You loose points if you insult his mother, his sex tools or any other female. *thinks* Female anything. Dirty bastard insults his mother, but has little to do with him. Think of something else.
Tell you what. I'll go first.
*ahem*
Juan.
You suck little dead rat chunks through a straw.
Backwards.
And thought it was boba tea.
I'd call you a waste of trace minerals, but I doubt I'd find any if I looked.
You left your brains in a pickle jar - stashed in the back of the refrigerator where nobody looks. You forgot them there a whole long time ago. Likely somebody pitched them because they'd begun to smell.
Sorry? No kidding. Newsflash of the decade.
May you live to over a hundred years of age - stuck behind a set of bars with a pervert who thinks Dial Soap makes a lovely enema. And a soup. And a lubricant.
And plays "Mmm Bop" by Hansen on infinite loop. At 12.
Juan Manuel Alvarez. He's 25, used to live in Compton and after cutting his wrists, stabbing himself in the chest and parking his Jeep Cherokee, abandoned the vehicle on the tracks in front of an oncoming passenger train.
He's killed at least ten people today - not one of them him. Sent hundreds to the hospital. Occupied hundreds more rescue workers, investigators and Costco employees (YAH COSTCO!).
Spent a whole lotta my taxes.
Bitch.
It's been said I can use profanity well. Folks, this week I have been inspired. But it's time to share the glory.
That's right, the profanity lamp is LIT. Let fly. And no, this is not the time to warn the kiddies and tell people to cover their eyes.
You get points for refraining from using the 'seven words you can't say on television' - let's face it, they're overused. This is a male, too. You loose points if you insult his mother, his sex tools or any other female. *thinks* Female anything. Dirty bastard insults his mother, but has little to do with him. Think of something else.
Tell you what. I'll go first.
*ahem*
Juan.
You suck little dead rat chunks through a straw.
Backwards.
And thought it was boba tea.
I'd call you a waste of trace minerals, but I doubt I'd find any if I looked.
You left your brains in a pickle jar - stashed in the back of the refrigerator where nobody looks. You forgot them there a whole long time ago. Likely somebody pitched them because they'd begun to smell.
Sorry? No kidding. Newsflash of the decade.
May you live to over a hundred years of age - stuck behind a set of bars with a pervert who thinks Dial Soap makes a lovely enema. And a soup. And a lubricant.
And plays "Mmm Bop" by Hansen on infinite loop. At 12.
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Date: 2005-01-27 01:49 pm (UTC)You are a freak of self pitying, rancid whale blubber. You are but a boil on the face of an extremely filthy sewer rat.
May you find employment servicing your entire cell block. May they be blissfully unaware of the purpose of lubricant. May your paltry wages be used to educate future generations of your heinous crime against humanity.
You killed as many in one day as GW's war tends to, and they didn't even have the option to enlist in a hazardous occupation. GW will be known for starting a war with a man who insulted his daddy for revenge on his daddy's name and to finish business rational minds wouldn't let daddy conclude.
You don't even have that excuse. You've killed mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters. I wish you and GW could share a cell. That would be the perfect circle of hell for both of you. (That's not profanity, it's a literary reference.)
Your cowardice knows no bounds. If indeed you are mentally ill, which I doubt, you give mental illness a bad name. Reacting poorly because you can't get your way is not a mental illness. It's immaturity and if you harm others, it's evil.
As I actually have a mental illness, I know several people with the same and we are all offended that you give mental illness a bad name by claiming to have it. We all suppose that you are merely selfish, overbearing and evil. Evil, I say. Why is it that as soon as some one does something normal folks can not comprehend, everyone automatically says they are sick? That's not sickness, folks, its evil. You can not comprehend the depths of evil because you are not evil. He's evil. He may very well be sick, but he's primarily evil.