I spend a certain amount of time surfing weblogs of friends like Biloxi and the Machete of Truth.

I love those guys, but they suffer fools. It is utterly impossible to have sane discourse in a room filled with barking moonbats. Why they do it I will never, ever know. Now, someone like Steve H, he jumps right up in their faces or cragerizes their comments, and it’s often quite amusing. Why Machete and Biloxi even entertain some of the moronic discussions they’re drawn into is beyond me. Like i’ve told them all a dozen times (and even had to remond ALGER recently: Don’t wrestle with swine. You get filthy, and the swine enjoy it.