Listen, Vox. Let me make this as simple as possible for you and your audience. I’ll try to make it easy for you, but you have to understand where I’m coming from. Everywhere I go people tell me I’m smart. They look up to me. They respect me. I’m an authority on these things and I want you to know that. No one really believes that you’re leading this organization in the right direct. Ackchshually, I’m not going to tell you and your audience what needs to be done. I’m going to spare you colloquial diction and vernacular too. Do you realize what you just passed up? I told you in your comment section to listen to me. But you banned me. I was debate team champ in 10th grade. My teachers thought of me as the next great orator and thinker in Western civilization, “A Son of Cicero if there ever was one,” said my AP history teacher. It really doesn’t compute does it? Your obsequiousness to tedious childlike infantilisms really knows no bounds. You know what, Vox? I’m glad I ran into your operation on Vox Populi. It reminded me that I’ve outgrown you. Have a great day, chump.
Flawless execution. Truly well done.