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Kennedy Gitau,Assignment 1: VituperationClass: History of Rhetoric in the European TraditionProfessor: Yumi MurayamaJanuary 26, 2012.

Perhaps no one I find more loathsome than you, the silly excuse of

a leader, Mr. Countyman. See you mosey around the neighborhood

with your slimy, open-glaring baldhead, one would think between the

two ears lays wisdom of age and an ever-expanding show of mutual

tolerance and acceptance. But no! Inside your slobbery head lays a

monolithic prick, who wouldnt stop at any chance of making sordid

remarks to satisfy your surreptitious sense of class, at the expense of

our unity.

You represent a kind; a kind that the natural process of selection

has struggled to extirpate through the eons of our existence: a

misplaced psycho--an ill bred pig that even therapists drugs are too

ashamed to cure. Who takes counsel from you? Who is the bedfellow

to this Philistine?

You are the sort I have come to expect nothing but garbage. You

sit there in your office as if you were Grisham hard-thinking a sweet

twist to your work. But no! You are an inexorable piece of work, busy

blackballing the constituents to your petty, coke-addicts-laden

committee that is always looking for an extra line of work to your

boorish schedule. Who even hired you? Who was blind enough to

recognize that you, serious tramp of a man befits the role of looking

after the beautifully fledging relationships and the most anointed

affairs of the county? Nobody! And hence I wonder why you would

anoint yourself the high priest of the people, with your silly claim that

you are doing it for everyones good.

It would be a shame to our sense of self, should we allow a stain

like you to continue blotting any kind of decision for our county.

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Allowing lowlifes like you go on a rampage tour to bolster your

sweltering ego wouldnt be less insulting than allowing a mad man

poop on our doorstep, and on our watch. Climb down man! Come

back to your senses finical rogue. Dont toss your finger in the firelest you turn it barbecue for the dogs.

I would want to stop, but I realize perhaps a few extra spoonfuls of

vitriol would send your tumbling ass down the sewer. I wonder if it

would be one thing to think that the glorious flow of nature would

produce gracious man like Mozart and Einstein and still produce self-

pitying misogynist like youa slur-pee-sucking geek devoid of

sunlight; a pretentious fool who wants to wear bamboo socks so the

world wont end. Realize that we had lived for decades cooperating,

loving, honoring, and extending wands of friendship to each other

before you divisive monster ever got a taste of what it means to be a

socialite. So before you continue playing cute divide-and-rule fiddles,

think twice!