Ding, dong, the bitch is dead
Suppose Saddam is surprised to find himself in hell this morning?
Suppose Saddam is surprised to find himself in hell this morning?
That we don’t have to wait for a second 9/11 to galvanize people to action, many of whom couldn’t be taught the truth at gunpoint anyway. What we need is to lose fucktards like Wolcott, whose liberal superiors at the Village Voice and Vanity Fair have filled his tiny mind with such utter hatred for the truth that they wouldn’t recognize it, if it was jammed into their upturned noses. If we could just get more conservative mob guys on board, assholes like Wolcott would be disappeared at an alarming rate, leaving us banjo-playing red-staters to take back our country. It is ours, after all. We financed it, built it, and own most of it.
Hyperbole, folks, don’t rush off to your local feebs shop.
A fucktard writing for a gossip rag takes umbrage with someone who uses his brain for a living.
Here’s a clue for you, Mr Wolcott: When you have spent a MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE producing something useful- say, a toaster, or a chair, or a piece of computer code that someone finds useful, you have business criticising those of us who do. Until then, let me remind you of something my father- a man whose ball sweat you are unworthy to sample- told me years ago: “Them who can’t do, teach. Them who can’t teach? earn their living writing. Them who can’t earn their living writing? are critics.”