A hearty feast

Denial, denial...you stopped reading because either you're already hurt by the first few paragraphs or scared that things would get more hurtful later on. Are you scared that you might be enlightened or corrected through a demeaning letter from someone so obnoxious and with obviously more talent than you have (with what little you have, it doesn't say much about me)? Boredom is another thing, don't desecrate it. I was bored by reading Anna Karenina and the Existentialist ethic but I had to finish them because I know I will learn a lot from them. Also if I am SO predictable, how come this one didn't show up in your list of prophecies? It would be great if you already know what I'm trying to do because you would be aiding me in my job. You know, taking out the proverbial banana peels.
If you wanted to write a formal letter, it would be as easy as one, two, three: use a Word Processor.
I'm not trying to take away your right to write/freedom of speech and all that (though it would be wonderful I could). I'm just exercising my right to tell you not to write.
I'm sorry to tell you this but by rights, I am a good writer if I were to consider myself as one (or at least better than you who can only attack a little work from me with ambiguous words like meaningless shit, boring and crappy). Sheer modesty prevents that however. I enjoy being neurotic and reading literature both of old and new. Another thing is that if I'm writing, it's never a waste of my time. Didn't you know that devoted writers write not because of the money, the fame or even for the sake of writing itself? Writers write because they need to write and they have to release the surfeit of creative energy within them. You apparently don't get that seeing as how mediocre your story is to merit a wonderful review from me. Which reminds me, which story is it again? Your e-mail doesn't tell me your pen name. Are you scared that I might throw in very creative flames again?
How presumptuous you are! You're so sure that I make predictable plots and you haven't even finished reading my flame? And even if you did finish it, it's not a form of writing that warrants a plot. Tsk, tsk. So desperate, so desperate indeed to get back at ol' evil me. If you're going to do that, strengthen your arguments. Contradicting yourself just proves how big of a whitewash you really are.
You can't hurt me this way and it kind of disappoints me because it means I've overestimated you.
When you said the following statement, were you talking about yourself?

'There, so you have already proven what a fantastic writer you are by boring the minds out of readers, then posting up your boring crap online '

A common case of the pot calling the kettle black, innit? I'm no kettle but you make an excellent pot. I'm just disappointed that I, the little bitch with ITS love for screwing other people (I had to laugh when you said this because people only resort to that type of petty language when they're backed up against the wall), am not doing my job correctly. My flame wasn't boring enough to make you die. *sigh* Why did you have to make fun of my being able to manage a blog? Is that chic or intelligent nowadays? Maybe I'm mistaken in thinking that there's nothing to managing a blog.

I like how you put quotes of wisdom at the bottom. How about this?
'To the ignorant even the words of the wise seem foolishness.' -Euripides, now that's an excerpt!

Guess what. I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA DENY THAT YOU WOULD BE SO HURT YOU'D SAY THAT YOU DELIBERATELY WROTE A CRAPPY AND INFORMAL LETTER, YOU KNOW WHAT? I MIGHT AS WELL RUN OVER 800 CONSECUTIVE CYCLISTS ON THE ROAD AND SHOUT 'OH! I'M SO SORRY, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I DIDN'T MEAN TO!