You swine.  You vulgar little maggot. What is that tripe you call your
opinions?  What is that scrofulous little tumor you call a brain?  Don't you
know that you are pathetic?  You worthless bag of filth, you wad of pus.
You're a canker.  A sore that won't go away.  I would rather kiss a goat then
be seen with you. 

You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit.  You are a spineless little worm
deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt.  You are a jerk, a cad, a
weasel.  Your life is a monument to stupidity.  You are a stench, a
revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. 

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as
you.  You are a monster, an ogre.  I barf at the very thought of you.  You
have all the appeal of a paper cut.  Lepers avoid you.  You are vile,
worthless, less than nothing.  You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this
earth.  And did I mention, you smell?  

You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable.  You're grimy, squalid, nasty
and profane.  I have excreted better things than you.  You are foul and
disgusting.  You're a fool, an ignoramus.  Monkeys look down on you.  

You are a waste of flesh.  You have no rhythm.  You are ridiculous and
obnoxious.  I would rather bathe with Hitler than speak to you.  You are the
moral equivalent of a leech.  You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void.
You are sour and senile.You are a disease. 

On a good day you're a half-wit.  You remind me of drool.  You are deficient
in all that lends to character.  You have the  personality of wallpaper.  You
are dank and filthy.  You are asinine and benighted.  You are the source of
all unpleasantness.  You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

You are a fiend and a coward and you have bad breath.   You are degenerate,
noxious and depraved.  I feel debased just for knowing you exist.  I despise
everything about you, and I wish you would go away.

There, I feel better now.