Another Rave

Right; I am not going to take this sitting down in a spirit of meek subservience. I hereby decry the smarmy, self righteous, supercilious insinuations of the patently pompous and palpably perfidious person ostensibly Yclept James Doolittle.

I defy him to conjure credible witnesses to negate the evidence of mine who will freely and willingly aver that the Antipodean Rock Sitters' equity was inceived in the Aestival period of AD 1975, Further, I venture that his "Association of Rightist Society Exponents (SIC)" is no more than a chimera, hatched hurriedly in the beleaguered brain of a moribund apath, "born but to droop and die" (W.S. Gilbert, The Yepmen of the Guard, Act I, SC. I).

I will not dwell on the pathetic punctuation, the gratuitous grammar, the sexist assumptions, the appalling appellational attacks, or the inflated content of James Doolittle's epistolary effort, excepting to say, "how you passed the School Certificate English examination I'll never know."

Death to parenthetomaniacs and prostracted post-scribes.