Can somebody please swap Blunkett's guide dog for an Aibo next time he crosses a road? I just woke up with the term 'iambic pentameter' in my head, and had no idea what it meant until I googled it. So one person who's fairly well-known for suffering from paranoid delusions decides to indulge in spamtastic arseholery and another decides to tell everyone that Barbelith is dead (indeed, has been dead for some time now) and they don't want to be part of it anymore. True to form, Barbelith speedily disappears up its own arse worrying about what's going wrong, instead of considering the possibility that two people acting like imbeciles adds up to precisely fuck all.
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