And another badly-educated, right-wing twerp gets assimilated into the wanker collective:
- Childish writing? Check.
- Pathetic sniffling about being picked on by the big, bad lefties? Check.
- Frantic removal of any comments that might disturb his hermetically-sealed world view? Check.
- Sudden appearance of fellow wankers to soothe his troubled brow and validate his hideously warped idea of reality? Check.
- Dramatic monologue involving impressive vows of patriotism and love of God and country, as long as it doesn't involve any, you know, actual sacrifice? Check, check and double check.
Congratulations, Mr. Erl. You passed. Your certificate of total wankeritude and secret decoder ring should arrive in six to eight weeks.