December 2008

Here’s one for the whiney fucktard, Billy Beck

Since Roberta (wisely) closed comments there, and since he asked a question, and since my toejams are more man than he’ll ever be:

Deal with the question. If you’re a rotten human being, then give me a good reason why I should treat you with respect or even blow my nose in your direction.

Whell, here’s the thing, you anencephalic brat: That’s called “being self effacing”. Something you wouldn’t understand. Not in a million years. Its a way of saying “people are jerks, and that includes me” Which of course, is true. Not ever more true, though, billy, than it is of you.

Trust me: Should you choose to “blow your nose” in my direction, you’d better bring your army of fucktards.

Which of course you and your buttboys won’t do, because like most anarchists, you’re too busy mouthing off and doing NOTHING to fix anything.

Piss up a rope, scumbag. You’ve been banned from website after website, one would think you’d eventually get the point: It’s YOU.

Good lord, some people never put the bong down.

because Billy doesn’t seem to allow comments, or maybe I’m just not one of the cool kids, here’s a comment he made to me, without knowing me from adam.

Here, first of all, is my comment: Continue Reading »

The Benchmark

Webster gives several definitions for Bench Mark, but this is the one I like best:

something that serves as a standard by which others may be measured or judged

In our world, we have several people who have served as Benchmarks. Hitler is the benchmark against which all other evil men are measured, though he hardly holds a candle to other socialists in many respects. benedict arnold? the benchmark in traitorous behavior. The list is long.

Now we have a new benchmark, a line to be scribed on our bench to show how ignorant a nation can be, and how worthless a single human can be, and that benchmark is Obama. Take out your knife, scribe a line, rub in some cigarrette ash to darken it, pencil “obama” next to the line. Gonna be an interesting four years.

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