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That's right zenhead you just keep sitting there on your little stool gathering wool and mumbling to yourself how you won't have anything to do with electing "those two guys".
Go on, please, because if you won't help us rid this country of the terrible blight that finds human form in our Current Administration, then you're worse than useless, you're like...a Democrat!
It's 2 months to the election. Get with the program or get out of the way.
Damn that extra cup of coffee is keeping me up. So what did I do? I went back and reviewed your history of posts here at Salon. Looks like you joined us, uh, four days ago and all you've contributed to the dialogue is your petty little sour point-of-view over and over and over again, ad nauseam.
You're not a legitimate poster with a legitimate opinion here to engage. You're an agent provocateur and under the direction of some heinous agenda, it's clear, whether self- or other-directed.
And every last word you're labored over this past week is just another toxic grain of strychnine in an unsupportable, anti-human screed that must just warm the cockles of that shrunken black tumor you call your heart.
How do you sleep, how do you love, how do you justify the sheer fear, paranoia and lack of love for your neighbors? How can you not be called anything except a complete traitor to the fine principles on which this country was founded?
You can't answer, though you will try, because you have no answers, just bile and vomit and tears of helpless rage, a rage that demeans you and makes you the little person you've revealed to us all in your ill-considered and venomous rantings.
I got a box of Qtips coming at you DHL, little buddy, so you can clean the crap out your ears.
Americans love freedom and love to be allowed to live their lives and in their pursuit of happiness they want to know that their government and culture has their backs, supports them and won't abandon them when times are tough.
You and your ilk toy with your petty thoughts and black fantasies like malign baubles and play insane games so that you can enjoy the debased pleasures of humiliating others and making innocents suffer. The track record on this is clear, self-evident and needs no illustrations from my side whatsoever. It's in the public domain for all the world to see.
It's you who are the problem, your methods, your intentions, the very tenor of your soul is a malign shriek that undermines everything wholesome and good about this country and all you and yours have done for the last quarter century is reduce opportunity, shrink the social safety net, pit neighbor against neighbor and alienate the rest of the world.
It couldn't have gone better than if you'd planned it.
Oh, right, you did plan it. Well, then that makes you an amoral criminal, a sociopathic low-life of the most despicable character and a continued bane on the existence of the rest of us.
I strongly suggest you seek the succor and counsel of your priest, minister, rabbi, imam or social worker so that you can work out the long-term payment plan for the penance and amends you owe the rest of us.
Because you're not going to live long enough to really balance the scales but at least we'll know you're preoccupied and we wont have the fear of constant betrayal or of being stabbed in the back at every turn.
Why thank you Tiberius, sorry, tiberius.
You're not keeping up, are you?
Tsk.
Oh tiberius do I have to tell you what every other sane poster on this site has already reminded you:
That slime grows on the bottom of rocks and your mama's calling you home, boy. Your little lower-case name with it's air du petit legionnaire is so piquant, n'est-çe pas?
Please, go find some traffic. Play.
And you're a supercilious toad with your smugness.
You don't get it either, do you? There IS no point, it's all meta-message and it's flying right over your worthless snark. Whoops, they it is!
Keep your guard moving and wear a fucking cup because my name is Shiva and I've got a score to settle.
Well, metaphorically at least.
P.S. Have a nice day.