And yes, I'm guilty of doing this ALL THE FUCKING TIME, but today I have zero patience for it. Suck it up and quit being a fucking baby (not you, beulah dear. I love you).
Umm... Your religious beliefs are stupid! Your political party is the reason we're in debt/at war/sucking at educating our children. Your favorite actor is a hack! Your favorite TV show is trite and predictable. Your child is ugly. Your clothes are hideous, your ass is fat, and the car you drive is destroying the planet. Unless you ride a bike or have a hybrid, in which case you should stop listening to so much Dave Matthews Band, you goddamn hippie piece of crap.
Even in a mocking sense on a web-board I couldn't bring myself to mock his taste in music, so instead I chose to accuse him of liking DMB. Other than that, your move temporal ex-husband!
Plus you're in Utah, which is two strikes really, because you're probably about a ten hour drive from me (making sex difficult) and also, you're in Utah, which in and of itself makes sex difficult.
The Mormon way is not to pick fights with someone. The Mormon way is to be syrupy sweet to them and then bad-mouth them to other Mormons when they are gone.
I thought the Mormon way was passive aggressive baked goods. You know, like dropping off cookies and saying, "I know you don't have time to keep the house up and bake, since I noticed you don't even have time to attend the lord's one true church regularly anymore."
I'll save my fighting for morg stalkers. I'm imagining them as stinky rundown toady guys shuffling along in untied shoes that don't match and with spit running down their chins and onto their morgie invites.