Toon Tabard

I am astounded at the depths of your shallowness, the wafer thin façade holding, concealing your true self a paranoid child who has not had to fight for anything in life so far apart from the praising head pat of a ever critical father.
What life must be like for an inadequate soul as yourself, craving respect through media and repetitive words, trying your hardest to dovetail an intelligent sentence together with your limited vocabulary, receiving business slaps on the back ...from piers who see through you the door to escape, and get some fresh air and release the stagnant stench of your wittering's from their nostrils.
How embarrassing to be you a pillar of the community without foundation, a suit without substance, a handshake cold and limp which frankly says it all .A man without his word should be speechless for his utterings are utterings and of little worth .Look at yourself you have created a god in your own office room a god of destruction a god who looks on peoples lives as a game to be won a game which carries the wrath of your spite, your jealousy and your constant lonely night tears. I am astounded at the depths of your shallowness !