So the other day I'm minding my own business, buying some comic books online to review for my many fans, when I get an e-mail from this guy:

Seems this fuckstain cancelled the order I placed at his shitty online comic book/junk store because I'm Mr. Satanism! What's the matter, Rob, did I fuck your wife once or something? Actually I'm sure the truth is much more mundane: he's what the kids these days call a "hater". Well, fair is fair, so I'm gonna list all the things that I hate about him.

1. He's a dick

2. He looks like a hippie

3. He says things like "I have studied extensively in esoteric realms":

4. He brags about all the (other) celebrities he supposedly sold comic books to:

5. He posts hilariously stupid articles about superheroes online and offers them for sale:

6. He makes meditation videos and puts them online:

7. He writes long, rambling, incomprehensible web pages about flakey 1970s shit like "hidden knowledge" and "raising your consciousness":

8. Of course he puts tons of Copyrights all over everything he writes because, you know, someone might steal it.

Seriously, what an asshole. I give his store, Graphic Illusion Comics AKA Ninth Nebula & Beyond Illusion Books and Comics (catchy name, idiot), my lowest rating: an F- with two thumbs down, served with a side of shit by a fat chick.

Fuck you, hippie.