Oversensitivity and Boredom

My oversensitivity gets the better of me sometimes. About four days ago a jerk got on my nerves when he reacted to my comments on the looks of this visiting Indonesian President Widodo, a famished-looking guy who is laughing from ear to ear in his photo; but this poor fool said that we should respect this foreign head of state (I wouldn’t call him a foreign dignitary as what this dung-eating rabid dog called him). He, an ordinary FB blogger, even called this president his “friend and an ally.” What an ass kisser! Widodo doesn’t know him at all. How could he presume that Widodo is his friend? Or do they have something in common about their looks and that’s the reason why he would argue endlessly—only because he thought I insulted his very special friend, his look-alike?
So I called him an ass kisser (sipsip in Filipino) but he ignored it, not even answered my important questions, and kept on ranting his stupid stereotyped views in either Taglish or broken English—all letters capitalized! There was nothing to do with this runt.
There’s nothing in the news (except that he and P-Noy talked about drug trafficking) that says he is against China’s bullying of Asian countries and occupying some parts of the Spratly Islands. You call that an ally? Even if Indonesia is an ally, it cannot help us in times of war against China, because it is also a weak corrupt country like ours.