Reflections of a stormy petrel

But who is so prejudiced, narrow-minded, and utterly incapable of reading anything except through the black glasses of her hatred, that her reading is worth about as much as that of an Al Quaeda member. YOu pathetic ignorant fool, Harry was drunk; not only drunk, but viciously and aggressively drunk; not only viciously drunk, but gone to that place exactly in order to get drunk. And you take his insults to Draco seriously? You pompous fool, they are the ordinary currency of barroom brawls. Either you have never seen an angry drunk, or you were so desperate to find things to complain about that you deliberately phased the obvious out. "Surrounded by scary gay predators?" Ye gods. Who, except for Harry, says a word or performs an act that could remotely be interpreted as an approach? One man gets a fist in his face from Harry for trying to prevent him insulting Draco and Pansy; and everyone else is as embarrassed as Draco himself. These are normal people, embarrassed as people in a pub usually are by the antics of a rabid drunk who ought to have been thrown out half an hour ago. But you are so keen to insult me that you insult and misrepresent all my characters. As for calling me a Nazi, you do not even deserve response. But I will remember the kind of critic you are. And for the record, you are banned. I do not want to so much be reminded that anything as foul and yes, masturbatory as you exists.