Letters to the Editor
totallyblase
Published Letters: 364 Editor's Choice: 1
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Now That Hurts . . .
[Read the article: NYT front page reports on McCain's reversal on spying, executive power]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Hyuk, hyuk, good'un kitt. Hold the phone, Art Linkletter might be phoning real soon.
C'mon, give us one of yer 'phawk offs' (always wondered if you say that before or after you slam the door . . . ).
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Summerime
[Read the article: NYT front page reports on McCain's reversal on spying, executive power]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Derbig wades into the fray and gives me a good one:
"Didn't you learn in High School not to mess with those who are "popular"?"
Didn't make it that far, and besides, we called 'em Secondary Senior Schools where I comes from.
And sorry, I don't mean to sound too sange froid for the thin-skinned out there, but I get a little peeved at the level of comfort and ego-caressing banter that somehow makes its way into this board when there ain't no Electro-luxes, shooters, anonymice and Le Sucre-bleu Davies turding in the bowl. So, before I toddle off into that tequila sunset, 4 reasons to be happy:
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=8npK1q6LY9Q (this one's a three for in you include Max Smart
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=mzNEgcqWDG4
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=aTFF-BaT0MM
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=dgFWibrTAKQ
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Heads Up, Shooter . . .
[Read the article: David Broder: Embodiment of Beltway values]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]"Not to worry, that's why I said "left" not "you"."
Great spin!! You actually landed on your feet rather than putting them both into your mouth (as usual), and came off rather Clintonesque!! The light hand of a great liar rather than the blunt blow of the blowhard.
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All They Have Is Fear?? Rave on Blase!!
[Read the article: NYT circulates fear-mongering claims on FISA debate]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I think not. What they do have are fearful people / aka / the American populace.
"All they have... All they have is fear.
That's how pathetic the republicans, the 'press', and our nation have gotten..."
You're about half-way there. Fear is a 'life' thing. Things that are alive don't like being dead unless the wiring goes seriously bad, or in the case of suicide bombers, they despise others so much that they'd gladly give their lives to eliminate those who are so horrible that they need to be eliminated. Yep. That is a deep-rooted big big big hate.
But I digress.
If you want to be safe, don't have folks out there that don't like you. Give 'em a carrot. Better yet, take away the stick that idjits love to wave about. Eat the rich. Don't support the military -- let's give these folks real jobs -- hey, dude, you graduated already. Let's eliminate the military. And the people that actually think we need them.
Ride a bicycle. Get off your fat ass already.
Stop eating meat. Learn how to cook. Real food.
Turn off your TV. Leave it turned off.
And don't get me even start on Starbucks. You want to avoid asshats? Avoid Starbucks (when on foreign shores, does anybody but me notice that it is a shit-magnet / slump-pump of 'Murica.
What's with the laptops, silly little goatees, 'tats, and baby-killer sunglasses?? You used to be cool, America.
Apologies to Van. John
Donne had it all together . . .
http://www.metrolyrics.com/rave-on-john-donne-lyrics-van-morrison.html
And Billy Bragg has a great one as well:
http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/billy_bragg/help_save_the_youth_of_america.html
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@low-orbit-guy
[Read the article: NYT circulates fear-mongering claims on FISA debate]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]"Where do you get your dope? Vote Nader."
Actually, I would. No other dawgs in that hunt. Strange, heh? Probably the only honest man in America. 'Cept Jimminy Carter, and he's an ANTI-SEMITE!! Or maybe you didn't hear that already.
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Enfantman . . .
[Read the article: He's a young black guy, and that's a problem for some folks]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]. . . spews: "But I am going to have to decide this election on issues, not race. This election, and this time, is too important to our nation for some silly posturing about race. Based on issues, based on policy, I'll be supporting Republican John McCain for President of the United States." From within the walls of his gated community -- a safe little place where the only Latinos in town are the ones that trim your hedges and clean your pool. Where young East European women perform esthe on your sad wife's cellulose butt. Where the military is the moron checkout guy at the supermarket's moron kid protecting Exxon's treasure overseas on somebody else's dime.
Issues?? I think not, enfantman. Policy?? Sheesh. It must really really really suck to be enfantman. Trapped in a never-ending rerun old Vic Morrow Combat rerun. It must hurt watching your America going from bad to worse. From John Wayne to Adam Sandler. Think about how lucky you are enfantman -- you got ringside seats as you watch the sun set on yer 'Murica.
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Enfantman, Electo-lux & Assorted Wankers
[Read the article: The insanity inside Guantánamo]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]No need to get angry at these folks, as that is what these sad little men (close your eyes and imagine Carl Rove with his hand in his trousers pleasuring himself) come here for. They feed on your anger, and your disgust. And you will never meet one of these people in public. These are the invisible little men grown large behind their keyboards. Have pity. And thank gawd that there is no possible chance in the world that these freaks will ever reproduce.
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Drone On, Maxie!!
[Read the article: John McCain then and now]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Maximus Decimus Meridius is a recently activated drone. He's armed with standard issue wingnut talking points, and the crazed and bent determination that only fanatics, deadenders and really bad-losers can possess. Yet another impotent pale little man grown big behind his keyboard. He'll hang around to lap up some abuse, anger and disgust, then sputter away and move back to greener little footballs, or wherever these sad pocket-pool playing putzes go . . .