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Insulting is good. A good insult, one which is well-thought and weighed, said in the right intonation, it's always an occurrence fit to be included in any interesting biography. To start an argument calling your interlocutor a large piece of idiot candy might not be the most appropriate way to assure an impartial, healthy discussion, but on the other hand life is short and we must try to make the most of its little pleasures. Sometimes is fun to watch the little people tap-dancing and dehydrating in anger, knowing that they're been mocked but not sure of *how* exactly. One of the most popular insults from where I come from is "insect", said with the straightest of faces and the appropriate expression of contempt/disgust. Realy. "Insect", for all that's holy.
Insulting is a lost art. Where's the ingeniousness, the ludic spirit (the gatekeeper in Monty Python's The Holy Grail: "Your mother was a hamster!". Priceless), the poetry ("Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter" - King Lear) . Someone should do something about it. Like, we should do something about it. So I declare open the classes for Insulting 101. All contributions welcome. The cleverer, weirder, more exotic and meaner the better.
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