The imbecile known as Jason Repa bleated:

We both know you're nowhere near 2300 help bitch. You're a 1300 rated loser
that spends all of your time hiding behind your computer and getting your
kicks being a usenet troll. You're choice of name is the real irony here.

Another English lesson presents itself.

The phrase "You're choice" is incorrect. You see, Creature,
the apostrophe merely represents the missing letter "a", and
this is what is called a contraction. What you wanted here
was another word, "your", which indicates possession. It is
obvious you did not really mean to suggest that I *am* a
choice of name, Skippy. Now run along home to Mommy.

You don't understand anything at all about chess, or anything else. The only
thing a guy with your very limited intellect is capable of doing is running
spellcheck, LOL!

Which buttons do I press? My browser keeps
auto-updating, and the many-fold options and
features seem to change with every passing day.
OTOH, dictionary.com seems to remain constant,
steady -- much like the stagnant intelligence of the
imbecile/creature itself. Just tell me how, and I will
gladly get the spell-checker you want, Skippy.


It was already obvious that you have no ability to think,
reason, or understand a concept more complex than right clicking,

Ah, finally a subject with which the creature is familiar!
The clicking of mice, the drag-and-drop, the speedy
transport across wide blue screens of chessmen, to be
deposited nearer to the enemy King! His bullet-skill is
renowned; his fame known far and wide.


but your
latest diatribe on the merits of spelling, especially since Larry Parr
pointed out that you have a history of spelling errors yourself, sealed it.

Is this the same fellow who worships at your feet?
Who loudly proclaims to have undertaken a study
of syntax and grammars, yet never publishes his many
secrets? Who hides behind the skirts of little boys,
and who protects his deep-studied findings on syntax
and spelling such that no scholar may ever bear a
critical eye? I thought it was him. I could almost
smell his omni-presence among us; his elegant odor
of arrogance and fluff; his whispering pretensions to
learning; his floundering attempts at logic and thought.
Yes, this can only be him, for there is no other a match
to his omnipotent aroma. Alas, we are blessed with
the presence of true greatness -- if only in girth and
arrogance.

All that aside, I am truly happy that the creature has
*finally* managed to find someone, a companion not
unworthy of its vast intellectual capabilities, of its kind
demeanor. This is a great day indeed; a day to be
celebrated and long remembered. A small step for man,
yet a giant leap for creature-kind!

-- coach bot