"Ah I'm not interested."

"Mr. Liu, that was the phrase first uttered by Charles de Broqueville in the summer of 1914, and we all saw how Alfred von Schlieffen handled that when he raped the fields of Belgium weeks later."

"I'm sorry?"

"Now I know you're browsing the board right now, so I recommend that you go ahead and open up that Ray Bradbury thread for just a minute."

"I mean, I haven't opened that thread, I don't know that I want a new tab--"

"A new tab? Mr. Liu, Imelda Marcos had a closet where she kept seven thousand, five hundred pairs of shoes. Seven thousand, five hundred. I think your Chrome browser can handle just one more tab."

"But I--"

"And when you get in that tab, you're gonna wanna scroll on down to the bottom and Poast new message in this thread."

"Well I logged out--"

"You know, Mr. Liu, I was reflecting on infamy. It's a funny thing, it is. Huey Long struck oil and wore a white linen suit and jumped on the radio and did everything in his damnest to become the governor of Louisiana and at the end of the day he was just a poor ol' country lawyer sap who saw the machine chew him up and spit him out and his name would have ended up as a footnote behind an asterisk in a musty almanac from '35, but a man like him, a man, he grinds away for four years at every hog house and convent in every parish and finds himself seated in the governor's mansion. You a man, Liu?"

"Well, of course I--"

"You a man, Liu?"

"Why are you asking me that? Of course I am! How could you--"

"Because, Liu, a man decides, and a man acts, and a man blank bumps the damn thread, that's why I have to ask, because I watch a man act, and if he don't act, he ain't a man."

"..."

"Line's quiet, Liu."

"I... I bumped it."

"Thank you, sir. All the best to Mrs. Liu."

"I'm not marr-- hello?"

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3891061&forum_id=2!#35386646)