Go away for twenty-fours, come back & it's the same old pissing contest. Same contestants, same little 'gotchas', same fragile / pumped up egos, same silly witticisms -- not. It's like one of those old B & W war films. Lots and lots of stereotyped guys. The fast-talker from New Yoik, the ploughboy, the guiy with the chip on his shoulder, the guy that's gotta get over the tragedy in his past . . . you get the idea. And you just know what's gonna happen. You know that the guy that shows his sweetheart's photo is going to buy the farm. The guy that lacks courage is gonna die a hero's death. And you know there's gonna be a big scrap where all these frustrated, sweaty G.I.s are gonna get into a huge donnybrook, and the Captain is gonna have to step in, fire his 45 into the air and say, "Save the fightin' for the Krauts . . . "

Enuff, already. Save your fightin' for the enemy.

Blade Runner? Naw, more like Groundhog Day. Stuck in a loop, each time a little different, but doomed to repeat the same ending time after time after time. Or maybe Survivor? You're right, of course, Mr. Timberlake. Maybe another venue. There's no need for this. The 'locals', as the Buckeroo points out, have all gone, err, native (ie. there is nothing constructive here -- a lot of dick-waving, as Mr. Carlin defines it, mostly -- and if there is any banter, it seems to reflect the current malaise of the nation: bitter, nasty & mean-spiritied) The next thing you know, the board will be more like an episode of Survivor than anything else -- the pack deciding who they want to turf off the island. Every tribe for itself. Not much different than the Jackals who seem to be running the nation at the moment.

"But don't you know Mr. King is busy covering a campaign? I'd put money on some sort of response by the end of the week."

Somehow I doubt it. He did last time, and got nothing for his efforts. This time I think he'll do a duck and just let it roll off his back. He may be a sleeze, but he certainly isn't a fool.

"Chomsky. Angry old man. You could give Chomsky the keys to the castle and all he would do is bitch about it. -- Chris Sinnard"

Everybody wants to be a comedian. Move over Jon Stewart. There's a new boy in town . . .

"'blase - Tough to distinguish, sometimes between feeble attempts at witicism, and robust displays of nitwiticism."

It's good to see some folks have all the bases covered. Some folks say Annie 'The Stick' Coulter is funny. Me? No. She's dead serious, I mean, we're talking about the lady's bread & butter, or martinis & Carletons. Whatever. Being funny is a job. Some try hard. I look at the guys on Fox News. I don't know their names, but who the heck is the guy on Fox & Friends (whatever) who looks like Moammar Ghaddafi's love-child?? He's always yukking it up with the witty banter (wink, wink, nudge, nudge -- "Hey guys, here's Al Gore again. Isn't he the guy who claimed he invented the internet . . . yuk, yuk . . . dude . . . ). And the other guy (different show, same smirk) who appears to have a bleached badger pelt on his head?? Bill O'Reilly is always good for a laugh, especially when he puts on that Shrek's Puss face, big eyes imploring as he explains how librals (un-loofahed) have stolen Xmas . . .

anyhow, I digress.

William Timberman writes: "Meanwhile we might just as well let the idiots drown in their own shit."

Two problems with that.

Shit stinks.

We all seem to be on the same sinking boat, drowning, it would seem, in that extremely large, if shallow, sea of shit.

. . . spilling his bile about the subhumans in Gaza. Rekindling his hate. Remember the last time you were run out of here, Davey?? And the reason why you were run out?? Sigh, don't you get it?? People aren't going to bother to stick around. Yeah, yeah, we've all heard your spiel before. The fact you have important stuff to say. That you have a RIGHT to be here, yadda yadda. Sorry, but when you're here, I'm not. BTW -- Archie The Cockroach was cool in the 1930s . . . it was kind of cool that he could type, but couldn't capitalize. What's your excuse??

Sh!t happens in rooms that house toilets, although most Americans prefer to call it The Bathroom or The Washroom, or even The Restroom. Dang, I've even heard it called The Little Girls' or The Little Boys' Room. Wonder what Larry Craig calls it?? The Head?? And then there are the appliances within. You've got the toilets, usually in the stall, the sinks, and the Urinals (As in The Wall Street . . . ), and now, you've got your reporters. Is this what they mean when they say that all some folks can do is p!ss & moan?? Aargh, gotta stay away from the scatalogical humor . . .

A very clever wag, and well-known troll (jaysus but these folks get bitter when they're on the short end of a very short stick) opines:

"Well thankfully the loons of Salon aren't relevant.

They're a minority of the 20% of Americans in a recent survey."

(That would be why you are hanging around Salon, Mr. Dead-ender . . . 20% you say?? Woah, isn't that a mite MORE than the percent of relevant 'Muricans who still support the grimacing C-in-C!!)

"who found comfort and admiration in the following nations: Iran, North Korea, Cuba, Venezuela, Syria and as such I guess."

Hmm. More comfort to be found in, Israel, China (COMMUNIST China, as Lou Dobbs would say), Chile -- heck, how about our good buddies in Latvia???

Aside to Beez -- are you pregnant?? Not to be the Grammar Police, but you keep missing your periods -- please include them as they make the flow of your rants easier to follow.