Sunday, October 12, 2008
Ingrates Leave Planet Pepe
It's enough to make any Aristo dream of the good ol' days, or present Socialist days, where a peasant got the lashing due him.
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aa, endlessly revisiting the confines of his desolate intellectual landscape plays the angry white prometheus bouncing from non-sequiturs to straw men statements.
Hmmm, so the man who is "All Palin, All the Time", is concerned about "endlessly revisiting"?
The Pateta who has just finished a ringing endorsement of what Socialism can do to us, finds it "straw man" which would remind him of what exactly Socialism would do to us?
As for "non-sequitur", Le Pew, since this was my post, pointing out a little slice of life in your favorite thugs Socialist Dystopia, it is your response which is the non-sequitur.
If you sputter "but, your post was a reponse to my comment on what Socialism can do for you!", then you confess that it is not a non-sequitur.
In either case, you prove yourself a liar or a fool.
No wonder you find the encountering of intellectual landscapes a desolating experience.
I am not arguing that it doesn't take an uncanny level of cretinism to set your own posts up as non-sequiturs. Castro, Louis XIV, Petain, all a big mush in the agrarian brain. Better go back to tilling.
That is truly pathetic, Le Pew. Not even your dotin' mama would have given that one a passing grade.
Drool should stay in the Aristo's mouth, not splash on the keyboard.
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