The boy who brain farts a 62-word “sentence” calls me incomprehensible.

The boy who fails in establishing a tangible argument (and backing up that argument with third-party sources) calls me daft.

The boy who writes a 1-paragraph response to my more than 3000-word, fully cited essay calls me lazy.

The boy whose use of language is fatally infected with tautologies— “complicated” and “convoluted”, “incomprehensible” and “daft”, “precise” and “point”—feels superior enough to be condescending.

You can disagree with me (I welcome that). But insulting me would be unwise, when you display yourself such clear qualities of substandard faculties.

Your bio’s right, Ike… you don’t understand enough.