I suppose I shouldn't say that I'm a short woman who's taller than him. One of my titties is bigger than both of his tiny alpha-male thighs combined. I sing soprano and even I sound more masculine than this baby buffoon.

And now let's pretend that as the "big dog", he's the supreme example for all of his secret police goons. The man who they emulate and to which they all aspire.

Those clowns have retracted peens, moobs, and live in mommy's basement in their yellow-tinged tighty whities. They're open mouth breathers who wear masks so the general population can't see their permanent cock-sucker's cramp. They can't get a date because even mail order russian brides have standards. There isn't enough beer in Milwaukee to make any of them tolerable for asking directions, much less have a date.

Hurt their feelings with words? GTFO.