It's Saturday Night

Sodomites, I hereby wish thee a pleasant and highly enjoyable evening,

My name is Gregory Wilkescombe III, and I have in my heart what can best be described as a very strong dislike for every single one of you good people. All of you are starving working-class imbeciles who spend every second of your days by looking at lesser intelligent recordings of radiation on sensitive mediums (for you less-gifted individual's knowledge, this phenomenon is also known as photography). You embody everything that is disagreeable in the world of to-day. If you allow me to be quite frank, do any of you have even the slightest experience in the art of courtesy toward the fairer gender? I mean to say, that I find that besmirching your fellow man is very much pleasurable for your insecure kind; however, you have succeeded in making it a much more vicious art. I would not hesitate to declare that this ranks among the worst of the vices a man can commit.

I would like to insist that you show me everything with which you beasts can violate me. It would be no more than fair to say that I am perfect, very much so indeed. I served as the captain of my private school cricket team, and my Latin and Greek are impeccable. What pastimes do you have, apart from "loitering in the streets all day, wooing working class wenches"? I am also a very affluent man with many estates, and I have a most attractive and wealthy friend who is of the female gender (Recently her Father blessed our marriage; it was VERILY of monetary benefit). But in short, all of you are sodomites with nothing else to look forward to than spending the rest of your vile existence in the gutters of L—. I'm sending my best thanks to all of you for listening to this utterly interesting tale that I had to offer.

u mad?