Hypocrisy means double standards, you tone-policing projection addict.

You called me swine.

You called me swine for a polite jibe about dirt.

Fuck entirely off with your high-horse posturing, after barging in to deliver that baseless feigned offense. Which I met, by the way, with a blunt version of the detailed response you fucking wanted. A courtesy you seem incapable of meeting in kind. Because of course, you, the protagonist of reality, get to declare me persona non grata, but god forbid anyone else consider a comment rambling and irrelevant. It was so detailed! About trees, for some reason, and gyms, and electronics?

Oh no I'm sorry, that previous sentence wasn't rigidly diagram-friendly, which is what you think "parse" means. No. It means, I still have no idea why that guy mentioned his gym. That part, which I only touched on because you pushed me to address it, fuckface, was not even the nit initially picked.

I am treating you as an equal. I hold you to your own standards. You are found sorely lacking. Worst of all for the inevitable 'see I knew it' response, as if anything short of groveling apology wouldn't be dismissed as such.