Letters to the Editor
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Published Letters: 351 Editor's Choice: 1
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Stage V
[Read the article: What "bipartisanship" in Washington means]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Cocktailhag writes: I would only differ in adding that they've really reached stage four: I've got mine, and now I'm taking yours, and if you don't like it, off to the gulag . . .
Care to guess what stage five is?
Stage V: If I can't have it, then I'll be phawked if anyone else is gonna have it. Any of it.
Think of it as the poisoning of the well, the cutting off of the nose to spite one's face, the doomsday bomb . . .
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I Don't Get It
[Read the article: Fun and games with terrorist threats]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]But then again, maybe I do.
America whines and moans and p!sses about taxes, but America is totally mum about the fact that trilllllllllions (Stephan Hawking take note), I mean trillllllions of YOUR dollars are p!ssed away on . . .
wave the flag here, stand up, put your hand on your heart (after you make sure your little flag-pin-thingy is still on your lapel) the military. Yep, the military. That big mighty force out there DEFENDING DEMOCRACY, FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM and . . . . whatever. Actually, just a colossal Wackenhutts keeping an eye out that nobody, and I mean nobody, gets in the way of 'Murican buziness interests and our gol'dang right to wring a dollar outta folks that spit in our eye for not respecting the fact that we are the boss. Eisenhower, the last decent man to sit in the big leather chair, had it right. Every dime we spend to pay someone to say "Sir, yes Sir" and send them off to spread the word that "America's business is business" (Soprano-style) is another rut in the freeway that we can't afford to fix. It all goes to hell in a hand-basket, and the rich folks bitch that they need more parking spaces for their private airplanes at your federally-funded airport. And that the hoi-polloi are blocking access to their private booths at the Super-bowl.
Aaargh!! Rant over . . .
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Stirred, Not Shaken
[Read the article: Fun and games with terrorist threats]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Kit (not James) Bond, speaking in public, in front of actual (?!?) people said:
the telecoms would quit cooperating in any attempt to catch a sexual predator or find a missing child were they not granted immunity . . .
Not a peep from the gallery? Nobody laughed at this lame cheney of a human being? He wasn't called out for being a craven spineless whore?
WTF? Time was, a man like Kit Bond would be slapped on his fat smirking face, then issued a challenge. If he had any sand, he'd be there, if not . . .
well, welcome to America, version 2008.
People actually elect these soul-less, cringing, photogenic phuckheads. Shame, shame, shame. But there is no shame anymore. No remorse. America, you are what you is . . .
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I'm Sure You Will . . .
[Read the article: Fun and games with terrorist threats]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Sol Invictus (why do s-o-o-o-o many of these little pussy-boys use faux Imperial Romanesque Sounding Titles???) whines: "And when the next terrorist attack happens ... I will be sure to bring up this posting and rub it in your face, Glenn, as well as all the others that pooh-pooh the very real terrorist threat we face. I will then ask you to write a well-reasoned excuse to all that attack's victims."
Sigh, I know your usual position is supine (ie. cowering, or kneeling), or offering your puckered little butthole to the big, bad daddy authorian figures, but do you have to be so danged prissy about it?? What will the other kids think?
Get a'hold of yourself, chile.
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Benjamin Franklin & The Wild Turkey
[Read the article: Fun and games with terrorist threats]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I like ol' Ben. No prude, he. Heck, the man was years ahead of the times and he actually backed the Wild Turkey as the symbol of the nation, not the Eagle, bald or no. And as far as corn likker goes, Wild Turkey is palatable. Baldie McEagle?? Heaven knows, but you really want to see how far the nation has sunk, or slunk, check out "Gathering Of Eagles" and their "Operation Celebrate American Military" -- woo-hah!! Camo-bubbas unite!!
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I Regret I Only Have One . . .
[Read the article: Fun and games with terrorist threats]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]. . . deferment to give for my country.
Fear mongers. This is the same guy who pushes the women and kids outta the way getting his way onto the lifeboat. The pilot who abandons the controls of his burning aircraft to escape, leaving his crew behind to die (shades of Poppy Bush!!), or the would-be pilot who abandons his cushy champagne unit behind so he can do the honor of helping his poppy out in an election (or so the story goes). This is the war-profiteer, the hoarder, the whiner, the snitch, the back-shooter, the pimp, the bystander, the rubbernecker at the accident scene watching the folks drown in front of his eyes. This is the guy who talks the big talk to Limbaugh or Savage or Hannity or any of the cigar-sucking (I don't care what Freud says, in these guys' maws it really is a big brown dick) talk show geeks. These are the people who usually end up as your brother-in-law. That meth-addled bleached out blonde in leathers waving the confederate flag at a Prussian Blue concert. These folks could be your neighbor. Scary, innit it??
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Hugo Chavez Said It Best
[Read the article: Fun and games with terrorist threats]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Speaking at the U.N. he spoke of the stench of brimstone the day after der Fuhrer hisself stumbled his way through a string of homilies and threats.
Mr. Timberland writes: "Sol Invictus should be ashamed of himself, pretending to be an American."
Ol' Sol, like Elvis, has left the building. These guys pop in, take a dump, and exit (unless they are like the bad boys -- Shooter comes to mind -- who come looking for abuse). Like that dog turd you stepped in and scraped off, physically it's gone, but the stink lingers.