Stop calling me names!

Name calling, and speaking truths, are very different things.

Must have struck a nerve. Who the fuck do you think you are telling me what kind of language to use? You are not my mother. She’s dead. She died from a lifetime of munching on corpses. No, I won’t sugar-coat corpse-munching behavior by referring to the evil habit as meat-eating.

Corpse-hole: orifice i.e.; thing you call mouth

Blood and pus reside in milk making you a blood-sucker. You do suck milkshakes through straws don’t you?

Milk is really tumor-feed having been shown to cause cancer.

Cheese is moldy blood, pus, and bovine breast milk.

Mrs. Cow---just a child at 3 or 4 years old---must be raped again and again, each time, stealing her baby only to live in a veal crate for a few weeks before slaughtered so you can have your pus making you a mother-fucking child rapist murderer.

Furthermore, eggs are avian menstruations. I bet you like yours sunny-side up and runny over easy. And you slurp the last remnants off your plate. You are a runny menstrual-slurper.

You are a mother-fucking child rapist runny menstrual-slurping pus-chugging blood-sucking murderer who has to pay hit-men to carry out your evil deeds—against innocent beings you never had the time or courage to meet and murder and butcher yourself—so you can maintain a steady flow of cadavers and moldy tumor-feed for your eager ever-hungry all-consuming evil corpse-hole. It must suck to be you … you know … worried about getting enough protein and all.

No. I won’t change my language. I am only talking about what you are doing.