Diane Squire Identity Revealed

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"An informed public will be a prepared public."

Hear that Washington? -- Diane

I have finally reached my concurdence. Diane Squire is in reality Marcy Syms, daughter of famed North Jersey tailor, CIA operative and famed doughnut eater Sy Syms. Have you ever seen them togerher? Huh?

"An educated consumer is our best customer." Marcy Syms.

Hear that Paramus? -- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (jim1bets@worldnet.att.net), December 26, 1998


"I have finally reached my concurdence"- JBD, what the heck is a concurdence???

-- James Bagga Wheat (james@att.net), December 26, 1998.

concurdence = where the curds converge

-- No Spam Please (anon@ymous.com), December 27, 1998.

It's a government job boys, be a little more understanding, he was probably hired under a quota system. They needed so many spelling challenged employees.

-- Ann Fisher (zyax55b@prodigy.com), December 27, 1998.

It's a government job boys, be a little more understanding, he was probably hired under a quota system. They needed so many spelling challenged employees.

-- Ann Fisher (zyax55b@prodigy.com), December 27, 1998.


Waddaya mean, spelling-challenged? Haven't you ever churned milk until the curds converged?

-- No Spam Please (anon@ymous.com), December 27, 1998.

Jimmy, you are an inept, unintelligent bunghole.

How could it possibly have occurred to your worthless mind that Diane J. Squire was anyone other than Diane J. Squire?

Jimmy, you are one of the least intelligent people I have ever met, and I once went to a party in Bankstown.


-- Leo (leo_champion@hotmail.com), December 27, 1998.

Jimmy jimmy jimmy... your posts.... drive me..... to distraction...

You are a vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with the instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer on the lips than be seen with you.

You are a fiend and a sniveling, back-boneless coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum. And I wish you would go away.

You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a putrefaction, a big suck on a sour lemon with a lime twist.

You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in regret for what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, a ferment, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?

If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. Try to edit your writing of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

You snail-skulled little twit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.

You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. Your hand even refuses autoerotism. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.

And what meaning do you expect your delusional self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat slapper.

On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on the warm side of Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid.

Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of your drivel.

The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicapped space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you (like passing gas, for instance).

In short, if I traded you for shit, I would lose the container I brought you in. Otherwise, have a good day.

"We've all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually reproduce the works of Shakespeare. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true."

-- Andy (2000EOD@prodigy.net), December 27, 1998.

I meant this word "concordance"

Who's Next? Andy's credibility is now shot. INVAR never had any and now never will. This is too easy. I never thought I would say "Thank God for the FBI.

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (jim1bets@worldnet.att.net), December 27, 1998.

I think Andy has a crush on Diane. D, you want to say something to Andy?

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (jim1bets@worldnet.att.net), December 27, 1998.

Oh joy, oh happiness, the great one has spoken, my credibility is now shot...LOL LOL LOL.

Yo Jimmy, you don't seem to have a sense of humour either (fbi?) :)

We're all giving you the benefit of the doubt, oh rotund one, let's see if you can justify our faith in your synapses clicking together for those precious hours it takes for you to put a few intelligible sentences together, we're all rooting for you...

P.S. I thought we all had a crush on Diane, sheesh!

-- Andy (2000EOD@prodigy.net), December 27, 1998.

Hey everybody. You imagined the above post from andy because we all read about how he was going to shut up for awhile. what a tease.

Getting back on topic, would it be paranoid of me to suggest that Diane J. Squire is really that old video producer Mrs. YourDoneFer?

I hear if the video sells PBS is giving Mr. & Mrs. YourDoneFer a rip off show of Hometime. How to grind wheat, shop for a generator, butcher rabbits, identify suckers, field strip an M-16, blow holes in hungry people, etc

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (jim1bets@worldnet.att.net), December 27, 1998.

"would it be paranoid of me to suggest that Diane J. Squire is really that..." yes, it would be paranoid of you.

Sheesh, Jimmy, I know you have to dip your toe in the water with a "new, improved" post at some time, but is the lame-assed one above the best you can do? Not enough sugar intake this morning? Suck down a few d'nuts and try again.

-- Andy (2000EOD@prodigy.net), December 27, 1998.

Hey Dognuts......I'm still waiting for your age?

-- M (007@Q.com), December 28, 1998.

I don't like most of what jbd writes, and know i wouldn't like him in person, but what makes you all think you're so much better? He's baiting you and you all are falling for it like fools. Do you all think you're so much better by calling him names, too? He sounds like he is committed to the DWGI opinion, but since when does that harm anyone here? He might be afraid that people of the doom and gloom variety may threaten his life style, but does that harm those here? And since when did we become in the know of what will happen in the year 2000? For all we know, his opinion of nothing will happen will be the truth. FWIW, i believe it will mostly fall, but, i believe all are entitled to their opinions. Even jbd. I don't agree with most of his posts, but he does have the right to his opinions; the only thing i can't figure, is why he still bothers to post here if he's really committed to that opinion. We're really pretty boring here 9 out of 10... But, jeesh, if we have to be so egotistical that we have to resort to the same demeaning retoric, what will society become if TSHTF?

-- Damian Solorzano (oggy1@webtv.net), December 28, 1998.

I'm still wondering what sacredspaces is? Is it your groin? LOL

-- Randy (flembob@usa.net), December 28, 1998.

I've always valued and tried to practice toleration--of opinions, ideas, beliefs and even manners. But one of the things that stil bothers me about this anonymous cyberworld of the net is the level of inflammatory discourtesy inflicted upon decent, lovely human beings by the likes of Randy (in his last statement) and JBD in general.

Like a snot-nosed brat with a big friend, they foist their scurilous drivel with impunity, knowing full well that no one can touch them. These are the same kind of cowardly jerks who make dirty phone-calls and hide behind their mommies if someone threatens them. Enjoy this next year, punks. Your attitude will get you room temperature in hurry in 13 months.


" So many idiots, so few comets."---Harlanquin

-- Hallyx (Hallyx@aol.com), December 28, 1998.

Bagga, Bagga, Bagga,

On behalf on Andy, (who hit the nail on the head about you) I offer the following: FUCK YOU.

I see your sorry-worthless hungry ass come a crawling out from under your rock, to plead for a slice of bread - I will blow your piss-ant brains all over your rock. It will save all of us the misery you have caused this forum at your mere existence.

Funny, I actually smile at the thought. Better hope the FBI is compliant and functional post-Y2K shithead. You may end-up like Mussolinni.

-- INVAR (gundark@aol.com), December 28, 1998.

Yo! INVAR, where you been bro. So you have a crush on Diane also. OK Diane It's TAEKWONDO or whatever you call it. There's 3 guys left on the planet INVAR, ANDY, and a slightly perforated Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts. What's it gonna be girl? Quick decide, Maureen Dowd wants my answer.

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (jim1bets@worldnet.att.net), December 28, 1998.

Damien likes me. He really likes me. That's a good Omen.

Diane, I'm waiting. There's an Andrea on another thread who can butcher cows or something. Sounds tempting.

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (jim1bets@worldnet.att.net), December 28, 1998.

Diane I've decided to forgive your phoney ass and let this thread slink into oblivion. I think we've learned our lesson.

People with "sacred spaces" would not tell a lunatic like Mr. INVAR that Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts or any other hunan being wasn't "WORTH IT"

Have a Nice Day

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (jim1bets@worldnet.att.net), December 29, 1998.

What we have learned, Mr. Doughnuts, is that you are a vile lump of festering pus trying to reach self-awareness.

-- (cujo@baddog.com), December 29, 1998.

Hey Jimmy,

Excuse me for referring to you as a human without a brain. You have since proclaimed yourself to be "hunan" and that explains everything!


-- M (007@Q.com), December 29, 1998.

M, was that really worth the effort. Now you got the damn thread on top again. Give the girl a braek

-- Jimmy Bagga Doughnuts (jim1bets@worldnet.att.net), December 29, 1998.

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