From: gjjmail1202@gmail.com   
      
   On Sunday, December 24, 2023 at 4:58:22 PM UTC-5, Bud wrote:   
   < his usual nonsense that has nothing to do with the assassination >   
      
   T'was the night before Christmas, all all through the group,    
   there was a terrible smell that reminded me of poop.   
      
   I searched high and low for the source of the smell,    
   but because it was dark, I just couldn't tell.   
      
   All of a sudden, there appeared in my light,    
   a shocking discovery, that just wasn't right.   
      
   A troll in the corner, the one known as "Bud",   
   was standing there smiling while pulling his pud.   
      
   I couldn't believe it, and started to think,    
   what manner of man is afraid of a link ?   
      
   What manner of man would stand like a plant,   
   when one of his co-workers was in a rant ?   
      
   What manner of man among all that stank,   
   would look to find pleasure by pulling his crank ?   
      
   Then it occurred to me this was the season in,   
   which "Bud" was applying his "reasoning".   
      
   Having found the stench I decided to leave,   
   it was only a troll showing what he believed.   
      
   A silly troll one can be sure,    
   after February 22nd, he'll post here no more.   
      
   And even if he posts his insults won't be seen,   
   a killfilter will keep them from my screen.   
      
   So his silly game is over as is all his fun,   
   his comments and insults have all come undone.   
      
   Conspiracy groups for theorists not for the trolls,   
   who come in and act like complete assholes.   
      
   Soon the trolls will be a memory to be judged as a whole,   
   for decades upon decades of not converting a soul.   
      
   Bud's existence becomes worthless and to Google we thank   
   for leaving him nothing to do but to wank.   
      
   So to the troll who for years thought himself sly,    
   I say Merry Christmas to you and to you a goodbye.   
      
      
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)