It's probably difficult to keep track of your posts when you haven't slept for five days due to the presence of a manic-episode or an amphetamine binge. Let's be gentle to our anti-feminist friend. If we assume that he's just retarded it'll make it far more difficult to enjoy his hysterics.
You think you can mock me? You can't fool me. I can see through your mask straight to your core, bitch. I can feel within the depths of your inner psyche and we both know that deep down, you're just a petty, insignificant little whore.
I just finished writing a psychic letter to Princess Celestia. She is very disappointed in you. I wish I could be there to see the look in your eyes when you awaken to find a floating cartoon horse over your bed.
You're going to die someday.
Do you hear that? It's the sound of hooves. My army is coming for you, Helena.