--- You're pretty damn self-important, aren't you?
---frankly, if that's too much trouble for you, I'm surprised you can see well enough to not ride into a wall.
---Since it's just SO unbelievably obtuse and incredibly difficult for you to understand (sheesh, are you even capable of putting on your own shoes?) –
Is that simple enough? Do I need to talk to you like you're a third grader?
---I'm amazed that you can't see the universe beyond your front wheel.
And my personal favorite:
The next time I get subjected to that kind of crap, I'm going to elbow the bastard in the eyeball, claim, "Whoops, I'm sorry, I was shielding my eyes from your awesomely super light system," then kick his spokes in while he lies there half-unconscious.
gawd... you 'are' entertaining, I'll give ya that. To be able to foam at the mouth with the fervor of political ideology all because some dude once pissed you off with his bright bicycle light.
I'm sorry life has treated you so poorly.
Please... talk to use some more like we're third graders.