salonista #241: (picks up a 2x4 and whacks salon-pariah #13 across the head) Take THAT, you fucking piece of shit, DICKLESS PUSSY ! ! ! i'm TWICE the dick you are, asshole !

salonista #4214: wow! um, sister/brother-in-saint-glenn, i thought you were a pacifist, all about civility, and shit ?

salonista #241: oh, i am... i have totally and irrevocably pledged my total existence to non-violent actions (working within the confines allowed by the glorious Korporate State, of course!), peace, love, tolerance, bliss, and -most of all- openmindedness... (whacks salon-pariah #13 in the nuts...)

salonista #4214: whoa, whoa, whoa ! ! ! wait just a minute ! you are *saying* you're all about peace and love and shit, but you are beating the shit out of salon-pariah #13, wtf ?

salonista #241: what ? oh... (whacks salon-pariah #13 across the shins halfheartedly...) um, well, 'it' is just a salon-pariah, after all; and, well, i'm just giving 'it' a taste of its own medicine...

salonista #4214: ? but i thought you said you were an openminded pacifist ?

salonista #241: well, i am; but abusing others for perceived abuse is okay, and doesn't make me any less kind and gentle a person... it's simple really, pariah #13 has abused all womankind (and others) by using the words 'dickless' and 'pussy'; thus pariah #13 deserves to be abused for abusing... besides, we all just don't really like pariah #13 very much at all... he says things which make us really uncomfortable... we don't like that, kinda detracts from munching on cheezy doodles...

"Mr. guerrilla is whining

besides, we all just don't really like pariah #13 very much at all... he says things which make us really uncomfortable...

-- art guerrilla

You don't make me "uncomfortable", you bore me. That was one hell of long way around a 'Poor me, I'm so special and "they" don't appreciate me, boohoo' whine. That's called, whining, Artie. Posting long winded messy screeds does not make you special or innovative."

congratulations on reading your ten thousandth post without getting the point...

here it is, don't look away, you might miss it:

MANY salonistas (and you would be exhibit A) engage in EXACTLY the same posting activity they (purportedly) despise and do not engage in... (h-word BIG TIME)

MANY salonistas will descend upon ANY salon-pariah (NOT JUST po' po' li'l me, Me, ME, salon-pariah #13) like barnyard biddies pecking the bloodied chick, exhibiting the EXACT SAME 'herd mentality' and -what i call- irrational emotionalism, SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU DON'T 'LIKE' them, Them, THEM ! ! !

...AND, to top it off, a geek coarse (sic) chimes in kicking the chick's thread corpse to get in their jollies...

ALL BY PEOPLE WHO SUPPOSEDLY DECRY THAT BEHAVIOR...

hey snitty kitty, your reading comprehension seems to be on a par with pedestrian: was i addressing you directly ? ( or do you just have a guilty conscience ?)

i got an idea: if i bore you, then just don't fucking read my stupid shit, asshole...

and either shut the fuck up wasting EVERYBODY'S time with your asinine personal attack posts with ZERO issues discussed, or bring it on: artguerrilla@alltel.net

art guerrilla

aka ann archy

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songs for the neo (conned) depression

by art guerrilla@windstream.net

have your cheezy doodles lost their *crunch* ?

has your sugar-water gone flat dead ?

are the creditors eating your lunch ?

and greedy aigheads make you see red ?

(first refrain)

it makes cents (for you and me),

it makes dollars (for masters),

no pretense (for you and me),

no failures (for good masters) !

of course, you are being short-sighted,

as your trillions reverse-robin-hood,

doubt makes the players feel slighted,

and skepticism does dow no good !

(second refrain)

it makes cents (for you and me),

it makes dollars (for masters),

when your life is drained away,

working for their greater pay.

so, buck-up you sad-sack gloomy bunch,

doubting free markets is just a fad,

bailing out millionaires takes a mensch,

and our homes and jobs and all we had.

(first refrain)

its wrong to blame the high and mighty,

for their many tables that need food,

you're only being mean and flighty,

and putting markets in a foul mood.

(second refrain)

no fuck-up, all lost on a bad hunch,

but screwed by players once our best grads,

our betters threw a mean sucker punch,

and we pay them to kick in our 'nads !

(first refrain)

the solution, they tell us sore chumps,

is to bribe the original perps,

and go back to busting our poor humps,

to pay for their bonus and their perqs !

(second refrain)

the crux of it will always remain,

enough sheeple of conscience must rise,

retake their country heedless of pain,

and stop torture, corruption, and lies !

(last refrain)

it makes cents (for you and me),

it makes dollars (for masters),

no pretense (for you and me),

no failures (for good masters),

don't shout or be revoltin',

you know we're all beholden,

to massah for our whole lives,

at least he don't fuck our wives ! ! !

eof