Naw. If I want to say something nasty, I say something nasty. I just do it in a way that makes it ambiguous as to whether it is an ad hominem attack or not.
Sometimes, though, people think I am attacking them when I am not. I don’t know if my comment gets flagged or not. Nor do I know when a comment has been moderated, since I generally can’t remember a comment more than a day later. If it’s gone, I won’t know.
It is, however, a great deal of fun telling someone they are an insolent snot or that they have the IQ of a butterfly, or that they couldn’t argue their way out of a spider’s nest. It’s really great, when I get away with it most of the time, as I do. Probably half of my… no… three quarters of my posts are despicable insults to someone.
Like this one. I’ll let you figure out which five of you were directly or indirectly snubbed, snobbed and snickerdoodled by this comment. Did you ever wonder why my answers are so often long? Well, there you have it. Half of fluther is insulted! Yeah. Go back and read them. See if you can figure out who. Have you figured this one out yet? No? Better read it again.