Neanderpundit

mlle Jenny has lost another companion, Mandy. Regular readers may remember she lost her pal Gus a year and change back.

it’s hell to lose a pet. Go give her some love.

I went out saturday and got a nice high&tight cut, and by late saturday evening, I was so fucking cold that I slept with a hat on.

I also wore my blaze-orange hoodie and sweats.

Good thing for all this goddamned global warming. If not it would surely be 700 degrees below zero.

it all started (for me, anyway) with this post at Tams. It links to a first-water hoplophobe, and as hoplophobes do, she attracts some serious trolls

Her husband, apparently a wannabe politician, has his own blog, and made this comment in regard to one of the commenters there

“You, however, have demonstrated considerable irresponsibility in your arguments and in your personal attacks on this blogger, who also happens to be my wife. Send me your home address and I’ll come to your house and punch your fucking face in. Unless you are a pussy who can’t fight without a gun in his hand.”

So I went to his blog and left this comment (He promises to edit them, so I’ll be amused to see what he edits mine to read)

“”Please, by all means, edit my comment.

I’m personal friends with many of the people you’ve disrespected. And now you have my email address. Please, write me! I’ll happily send you my address, and just as happily let you come and punch me. Hell, I’ll let you take several swings at me, if you like. I’ll gather all those folks so they can watch. I’ll be completely unarmed.”

This, my friends, is the face of politicians today. Not just democrats, MOST of them. We need politicians to be reminded who they work for. Often, and with substantial force.

Update: Thanks, Linoge, for the link. Nice wrapup at Walls of the City, who links to all the other appropriate places, where you should go, as I’m too lazy to insert all those links right now.