Here's a guy who lives here, just waiting, like the 'trolls' he pretends to despise, and, when one or two people show up, like, say, Calamine or Me or Rocky Balboa, he goes into overdrive with multiple insulting, denigrating posts, feeling I'm sure cheered on by the flock of rooks here, who seem to enjoy a kind of daily comaradeirie with him.

And, what does Dershbag do when somebody stands up to him and calls him out, away from his little mob, his little flock of rooks?

Can this bitter little twit stand up when his multiple insults are addressed and countered?

No, he runs to dear old Glennn, begging him to ban whomever stood up to his pathetic and impotent multiple little assaults.

He lavishes insults in his posts which far outnumber any other poster here, and, when someone stands up to him, he runs to Glennn and tries to gain allies to also run to Glennn to get him to ban anyone who does not appreciate being assaulted for differing with the prevailing world view here.

Gosh Dershbag, why don't you get yourself a real life? Aren't you a little old to still be the class clown?

I was the class clown too, but I was 10. My Mother hated our rabbi, whose wife taught my Sunday School class. They were from Brooklyn, and my Mum found their accent crude, and, one Sunday, the Rebbitzah was telling us about a looming drought in ancient Egypt, and remembered when there was a water shortage back in Brooklyn so, as she said, "WE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE ENOUGH WATTA FOR OUR CAWFFFE."

So, ten year old me yelled out, "we didn't even have enough WATTA for our CAWWWFEE!"

and the whole class burst out laughing with me and she couldn't get us to stop laughing , and, she said, 'Newberry, they're not laughing WITH you, they are laughing AT you." At that point, I said , "They're not laughing WITH you, they are laughing AT you!" and I literally fell out of my chair rolling around on the floor laughing.

Pandemoneum broke out, and the poor woman ran from the room to get help.

So here is Dershbag Loser, acting like 10 year old me, certain he is very very funny.

And, yet, he races from the room calling for Glennn whenever he feels bested.

I taught Transcendental Meditation at San Quentin. There are multiple layers of reality and bullshit which go on at a prison like that. I had experienced Vietnam but it was not as terrible as San Quentin. Here were guys who would tell me all about their pet cats and also show me the home made knives in their socks. We got along fine. Mister Dershbag, they would have destroyed you. They did not like punks.

I am 2/3 through an engaging book, "My Life in Stalinist Russia," By Mary Leder, an American whose parents moved to Russia with her and her younger sister in 1931 when she was a girl of 16.

She describes how terrible it was when everyone became suspect and when everybody was expected to spy on each other. She describes how millions of idealists were thrown into an unworkable cauldron of suspicion, incompetence, fear and hate.

Some of this kind of thing is still going on in Russia today where critics are found murdered on a weekly basis. Listening to Glennn, you'd think that kind of stuff was going on here.

Stalin called people like Glennn "useful idiots."

Could it happen here? Could Glennn and many like him so weaken our nation that, sooner than we would like, another Stalin will show up to 'save' us?

You are right about one thing. I was not allowed in the cell blocks where many of these men lived with their beloved cats. We met in a classroom, and they were glad to be there, and glad to find some peace and quiet within themselves.

Punks were weaklings and snitches. Maybe some weaklings and snitches became their "girls" if that is what you mean. Punks were complainers and whiners who needed protection.

I had no reason to judge them or to turn them in for carrying knives which they may have needed to simply survive in that awful place. So, in their minds, at least for most of them, I was OK.

Your hatred is your problem, not mine. This time, you and others like you have a slight problem, because, this time, we will fight you. We are only .02% of the world's population and a big deal here I guess, because here, we are TWO per-cent, and, yet, we can fight you, and we will fight you, until we are all dead or until you tire of getting your ass kicked by Jewish people who will not meekly cower at your numbers, sir.

I do not mean to brag about exploits because I have had many setbacks, some due to circumstance, and some due to my own prolific mistakes.

There are many many people who have lived very interesting lives. I am just one of them. Nothing too special. My friends and family and colleagues know that I am real, and I have nothing whatsoever to prove to you.

Why should I care what you think of me? Who are you?

I prefer Laura Ingraham.