UNdear Greer
--here's to you--May you fall in your own pit.
--May all your worst assaults, diatribes, hostilities, insults and rantings come home to haunt you with 100% interest.
--May all those close to you realize what a poisonous creature you are and flee your vicinity.
--May all those you count on become allergic to the mention of your name; the sight of your picture; the smell of your hideous personage; the thought of your existence such that they run screaming from the room the second you enter.
--May you cease to breathe air and take up space in any way which registers on the public's consciousness.
--May all the media avenues and outlets laugh deleriously in your face at the idea of giving you any more air time or column space.
--May you face a thousand existential mirrors repaying you in great abundance with the idiotic rejecting hog wallow muck you love to spew about so 'liberally.'
--May you truly find out what it means to be utterly, devastatingly, totally alone and isolated . . . perhaps with the slight hope that it would bring you to whatever shred of sensibleness might remotely be possible within your grossly corrupted and vacuumous noggin.
--In case you haven't gotten the message, I don't think very highly of you at all. And I like you a lot less, even, than that.
I've just put your proposal to the vote. Carried unanimously!!!