Complement; not ‘compliment’

Somebody once said that imitation is the greatest compliment.

They were wrong.

When every imitation of the inimitable has been a piss-poor misrepresentation executed by myriad greedy fraudsters, covetous wannabees and soulless degenerates whose sole purpose has been to sabotage the progression of an aptitude more natural in its every aspect than their every stolen breath, more exacting in its every expression than their every pillaged ‘prediction’ and more beneficial in its every application than their every bought ‘blessing’ – then the full complement of those ‘compliments’ is an insult.

They are the sort of insults that without any ado, whatsoever, are quite naturally redispatched to their hatcheries.