I see some are still trying to scale the walls of the towering fortress hoping to breach walls all impenetrable, albeit trying accomplish the impossible only to be relegated to the inevitable. The revolving assailance only produces the inevitable unavailance which is by now, not even worthy of being a sane tactic. Such paths have been tried and all have diverged in one futile and circuitious route henceforth. Not only will these walls hold and hold permanent, those who dare try any siege will find their goal unachievable and their own mental decline, unavoidable.
Mr. Matt C is only but a few sniveling generations removed from being an English Bootlicker. His people were routed on the Hudson and northward from 1754–1763. This left an indelible stain upon his genetic code, as no respectable gentlewoman or gentleman has filled the void since thier generational embarrassment. Peasants, Street-Sweepers, Bible-Toters and worthless Mountebanks have all born the burden of bearing the name Canning. The trend continues onward.
Respectfully yours,
The True Adonis
Mr. Getbig
Mr. IFBN