Ever notice how internet bullies are like chihuahuas? You walk past them and they run out and start chewing on your ankles because they got nuthin’ better to do with their time? I guess their writing schedules are like this “write two lines” and blog ten. Rinse and repeat. I have not been able to decide whether old Daftstine’s hair had the gray taken out with a black rinse or a purple one. It’s hard to color the gray for any length of time, least that’s what my wife used to say. And then the gray bleeds back through and you can tell that the person dyes their hair. So if you look close enough, I’m certain you can tell that old Dafty colors his hair.

Vain old sod, ain’t he?

Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Dafty is daft, if you haven’t figured that out for yourself yet.

The old sodomite seems to think that he’s some kind of unrecognized wunderkind. (betcha thought i couldn’t use words that big, didn’t ya?).

innyways, as i was saying, Daftstine got this here idea that by being mean to folks would lend him the oora of genius. After all, mean nasty folks are always geniuses, right? So he gets nasty and nastier, and even nastier. And then he uses one of his trollish alts to pretend that he’s his own greatest fan. Now, if that old sod had any fans, don’t you think they would have shown up instead of leaving him with nothing better to do than to use an alt? Leaves me scratching my old gray head, it does.

You ever wonder why Voltaire used to sign his letters “crush the infamy” instead of something normal like “sincerely.”? I bet it was because of folks like Daftstine.