Dear Loudmouth
Dear loudmouth,
Purveyor of unwanted opinions,
It is absolutely adorable that you believe I care what you think.
I don’t.
I don’t care at all–not even a little.
I view your opinions as gnats buzzing around my head; irritants to be swatted away and if possible, crushed.
It’s not the sheer stupidity and ignorance contained within your opinions that I find so objectionable. It’s more the level of arrogance and brazenness in which you disseminate your opinions.
I would listen to virtually anyone’s opinion before I would listen to yours. If there are 7.7 billion people in the world, yours would be the 7.7 billionth opinion to which I would listen.
I would even listen to opinions in languages I don’t understand, (which frequently includes English) before I would listen to your opinion. Even if a person spoke in a language that consisted of nothing but clicks and whistles, I would sit and listen with an empathetic countenance, nodding, and adding an occasional, “that’s a good point,” to the mix.
I would listen to the opinions of parrots before I would listen to yours. At least when a parrot says something birdbrained, it’s because it has the brain of a bird. What’s your excuse?
Or one of those howler monkeys. Even if that howler monkey was hurling its feces at me as it was howling its opinion, I would find it preferable to your opinion. I would rather be hit in the face with monkey crap than listen to your opinion.
You remind me of Bluto from the Popeye cartoons, but without the couth. Bluto is couther than you. A loud-mouthed cartoon blowhard has more couth than you. That’s crazy.
Olive Oyl will always choose Popeye over Bluto and Popeye isn’t exactly a golden-throated charmer.
I’m sure you have opinions about this post…I don’t care.
It’s my hope that my stance on the matter has been made sufficiently clear.
Thank you for your time.
Couther than you.
idiotpruf 