Polednice

[b]OR 'IDIOTS AND SOCIOPATHS'[/b]

[b]One[/b]

Antony - an Idiot - recently planned to propose to his girlfriend, but has recently been dumped. The female in question, Chloe - a Sociopath - decided to dispose of him for some unknowable reason, yet no tears have been shed, no lovers' routines discarded, as they experienced that rare brand of true love which isn't missed when it's undone. Naturally, having been a former couple of ten-dates-long (each of them in the peculiar company of Chloe's mother), the pair became friends on facebook. And, naturally, facebook-friend contracts being what they are, they remained friends online though enemies offline.

Chloe - a vindictive Sociopath - began spreading facebook rumours (which in turn became real-world slurs) about Antony, which I understand to have some vague relation to paedophilia and other perversions. Antony - an asinine Idiot - decided to leave a comment for her cyber-self saying something similar to: "My God, dear woman, won't you please shut the **** up about the size of my manhood or I shall surely burn down your abode." A direct quotation eludes me, but I believe it may look something like this: "STFU lolz or Ill ****** buRn ur hous down."

Antony - an immature, asinine Idiot - thus warped even further Chloe's demented view of the world. Of course, having been a long-standing couple in the most intimate of relationships, Chloe - a deluded, vindictive Sociopath - knew Antony inside out. She knew of his juvenile, harmless ways, as well as the emptiness of any threat he might ever make, which is precisely why she called the police frightened for her life.

I'm sure anybody with the merest sprinkling of class prejudice can imagine an on-the-dole chav with a pet knife, Kenny, in his pocket, who would cut any wayward girlfriend a new arsehole, this being the culprit the police sought. However, Antony - a timid, immature, asinine Idiot - could not raise his fist at anyone or anything, though foolish enough to say that he will. So, the police came a-knocking, asking poor Mum where the woman-beating chav was, but she convinced them that he was not a woman-beating chav at all, just a meat-beating late-adolescent. The police procured a phone number, told Antony to STOP ******* THREATENING HIS EX, and left him in need of new underwear.