All told, I've had a pretty shitty August and September. These two months have been filled with shitty people telling me shit; not taking responsibility for their bullshit words and behaviour; and carrying on like that shit don't stick.
Well I've had enough of this crap.
My home-made 'die you shitty people' voodoo spells have failed miserably - I am left with enough frozen chicken parts to last till next spring - so I have resorted to a (borrowed) response, which does not contain any foul language or four-letter words.
This response comes courtesy of the wonderful h l mencken whom I shall now paraphrase. You see, this guy thought of how to confound his critics before their bullshit criticsims rained. Now that's some super foresight. He wrote a letter titled (and this is where the paraphrasing starts), 'To Anyone Who Might Criticise Me', and it goes a little like this:
I am sitting in the smallest room in my house [and y'all know which room that is] with your letter of criticism before me. Very soon it will be behind me.
h l mencken