Guess the author

In response to one of my recent posts, one author wrote the following words:

“Don't despair. Write for yourself. The massive hoardes of blathering, ill informed, dribbling, witless, slack jawed, mouth breathing, hell bound, dillywads who daily make use of Google to satisfy their prurient interests wouldn't know a substantive argument on something theological if it floated down from heaven in a feather chariot and landed on their bloated, insipid, vile, self absorbed, senseless, worthless bellies.

That's why, by the by, the Church's theologians always used Latin in their discussions. Let the populum vulgarum rot in their useless wretched ignorance.

[Please note- the aforementioned was written with the love of Jesus in my cold, darkened, shrivelled, blackened, heart]”

In truth, this is just an excuse to give this hilarious and inspired hostility more light than was possible in the comments. But can you guess who wrote this fine vomitulation of such sensitive and energetic lexical cornucopia? Of course you can!