A more futile gathering I have never seen, that hosts a chorus of small-8ulged men masquerading as giants until confronted 8y the very prowess they fear a woman to 8ehold. Your 8ravado is an afterthought, a phantom that only appears once I have turned my 8ack. You are a decadent and weak cadre, clinging to the memory of a lost divinity that time has already seen fit to 8ury. #teaparty
Metaphorically kill them. Put this burn into a box and deliver it to them using it the most trusted and dependable of all forms of delivery: the mail. Which in this case. Is them reading this post.
That is providing them too much expect8tion, these men cannot read or apply general critical thinking to comprehend such a message that outranks their existence.
That is what I am talking about. Stamped and approved by the relevant authorities to be delivered and received.