I was going to let this go (because I don't really give a flying fuck), but Little Miss Chatterbox came into MY house and left these comments.
"For the record, I have numerous liberals that stay on my blog for years, they just happen to not be bitter and hateful."
Yeah, I know the type. We call them House Liberals. Always eager to please. They have no passion, no soul. They have lost their outrage and are able to discuss things on a purely academic level, taking care not to offend anyone.
Fuckin' pussys. There is plenty to be outraged about, and I am one pissed off, fed up, capital "L" Liberal. This is who you're dealin' with, right HERE!
"I tolerated your vitriol for as long as I could and then decided that since it wasn't adding anything constructive to the debate it was time to cut you loose."
Ohhh, I get it. By "wasn't adding anything constructive to the debate" you mean I wasn't reinforcing your faith based belief that you are surrounded by Evil Muslim Terrorists and we should shred the Constitution and The Bill Of Rights and give The President whatever powers he thinks he needs to round people up, hold them for years without any charges or due diligence, commit acts of torture, piss in the faces of our allies and parade around the world like a heavily armed bully doing whatever the fuck we like, just so you and your vapid friends can sit at home and watch American Idol in the illusion of peace and happiness.
Got it. You're right. I'm not contributing to that fucking argument.
"After you attend your anger/bitterness management therapy class let me know and maybe we'll give ya another go around."
To quote Adam Sandler, "my anger management class pisses me off!" LOL! Love that movie!
One. I don't need anger management. What I need is a President who doesn't just make shit up because he wants to go to war with Iraq to avenge his Pa, then stands up behind the Presidential Seal with a condescending smirk on his face, leans in like he's talking to child, and just blatantly lies his cowardly little ass off and sends 4000 brave American soldiers to their deaths when he (and Cheney, and Wolfowitz and Addington) were too fucking chickenshit to answer their country's call during Vietnam. Just typing that makes me physically ill.
Two. "...let me know and maybe we'll give ya another go around." Yeah, I don't think so toots. You can just keep that hypocritical shit to yourself.
"Either way, I knew you'd whine about getting banned. I'm sure you don't care about coming back but in case you do let me know when you're done with the 12 step program ;-)."
Whine? WTF. Oh, I forgot, this is MY blog. WHAT THE FUCK? To paraphrase Inigo Montoya, "I do not think that word means what you think it means."
WHINE (from Merriam-Webster OnLine)
Main Entry: 1whine
Pronunciation: \ˈhwīn, ˈwīn\
Inflected Form(s): whined; whin·ing
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English hwīnan to whiz; akin to Old Norse hvīna to whiz
Date: 13th century
1 a: to utter a high-pitched plaintive or distressed cry b: to make a sound similar to such a cry
2: to complain with or as if with a whine
3: to move or proceed with the sound of a whine
It looks like "whine" implies some sort of regret or complaint.
Were you under the impression that I was upset that I was no longer able to leave comments on your blog?
Au contraire, my dear! You're flattering yourself sweetheart. I'm actually relieved that you have removed the temptation.
Because every time I started to leave a comment I felt just a little dirty and guilty. Like I was dipping my hands into filth. And I knew that it was a complete and total waste of my time, energy and synapses.
I knew there was no point. It's like trying to reason with a bunch of brain-dead zombies.
But I have a very deep-rooted Sir Galahad Complex. When I see someone in danger, my first instinct is to jump on the white horse and ride to the rescue!
So when I see people wallowing in a fantasy of some Ozzie and Harriet America that never existed, and when I see them cheering on an Administration that continues to lie to the American people and send people off to be maimed and killed while the cheerleaders sit at home watching American Idol, I have an overwhelming urge to grab them by the shoulders, shake the shit out of them and yell "WAKE THE FUCK UP! This isn't a goddamn TV show! This isn't an episode of "24" and Dubya ain't Keifer Sutherland! This is real! Real people are dying! And it's all a LIE!"
To which they blithely reply "Wow! Bush Derangement Syndrome! Is Hannity and Colmes on yet?"
It's just a waste of fucking time.
I can't wait to see their faces when they wake up to Barack Obama as President and Bill Richardson as Vice President.
It's a whole new world, bitches. Get used to it!
"And when I saw Devi Dasi's comment I knew she had to come from somewhere over here. Have a great day!!"
Hey, don't be dissin' on my Devi. Devi Dasi's got more heart and soul than all y'all.
Okay. I'm done. I'm fixin' tacos.
Who wants one?
P.S. - Yes, I know I just violated Lesson # 7. What can I say? I was bored.
Discuss amongst yourselves.
You may ask yourself, how did I get here?
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