Ignorant Ass Republi-tards
So in Houston I had lunch with some people who just had to tell me their conservative opinions. I should have said something like, "I'm not sure you want to wind me up, because I might start into a diatribe about that retard y'all sent to the White House." See, even by the second clause of the first sentence I'm getting all up in their grill.
This hostility to the fucking idiots who voted for the fucking idiot was kind of festering inside when I responded to someone on an email list. I just joined an email list that's used by several dozen aficionados of driving on tracks. Often the banter goes way, way off topic. Sometimes it starts off topic and degenerates from there.
Someone started a thread on the Assistant to the Regional Manager, or whatever she is, that was picked by McCain. It somehow got into affirmative action, and some Dittohead talking points, and I let loose with ... Yeah, we all know G.W. Bush got in to Yale and Harvard based on his awesome freaking brain power. Had nothing to do with set asides for the idiot sons rich men.
This is pretty far afield from how to get around Sears Point in a race car.
I'll end with a quotation from Hunter S. Thomson that I keep coming back to over and over again ... This may be the year when we finally come face to face with ourselves; finally just lay back and say it — that we are really just a nation of 220 million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns, and no qualms at all about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.
One of those years was 2004. It could happen again this year.
(I'm going to stay away from the email list for a couple weeks.)
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So in Houston I had lunch with some people who just had to tell me their conservative opinions. I should have said something like, "I'm not sure you want to wind me up, because I might start into a diatribe about that retard y'all sent to the White House." See, even by the second clause of the first sentence I'm getting all up in their grill.
This hostility to the fucking idiots who voted for the fucking idiot was kind of festering inside when I responded to someone on an email list. I just joined an email list that's used by several dozen aficionados of driving on tracks. Often the banter goes way, way off topic. Sometimes it starts off topic and degenerates from there.
Someone started a thread on the Assistant to the Regional Manager, or whatever she is, that was picked by McCain. It somehow got into affirmative action, and some Dittohead talking points, and I let loose with ...
This is pretty far afield from how to get around Sears Point in a race car.
I'll end with a quotation from Hunter S. Thomson that I keep coming back to over and over again ...
(I'm going to stay away from the email list for a couple weeks.)
- mark 8-30-2008 9:37 pm