I would like to extend an unlimited invite to you.
Knowing I am weakened by cancer would give you a *sporting* chance to take a shot at me.
I am in the dead center of Kansas.....come take your best shot, you whining simpleton.
You have zero wit, lack any sort of social grace, probably look like something scraped from the bottom of a pair of hip boots used to muck out cattle stalls....and as far as anyone can see have no discernible molecules in your general direction that are worth the burnt end of an expended match.
You speak words....yet haven't the gall to back them.
Come to me, bitch, earn your anguish.
At this point I will expect nothing less than more whining and attempts at deflection.
Come, show your feminine side....let all see your spineless nature.