Thursday, August 07, 2008
Document the whiny, pearl-clutching, pants-pissing dumbfuckitude.
Well, sprinkle me with brown sugar and call me breakfast ... who could possibly have imagined this:
And thanks for playing, Jack. The next time I need a family-size pack of pathetic whiners and liars, I have your number.
P.S. By the way, Jack ... those Sandy-sized urine stains on the hallway carpet? I recommend Febreze.
AFTERSNERK: Yes, Red Tory's comment just after Jack's does sum things up nicely, but RT missed perhaps the most important point, which is:
You cannot have a civil discussion with those people.
Quite simply, even if you show up with polite, genteel, nuanced and thoughtful commentary, you will be mocked contemptuously. You will be denigrated for what you've written previously, who you read on a regular basis, what site you arrived from and a number of other utter irrelevancies.
Then it's on to stage two, where your commentary will be twisted, distorted and misrepresented and normal English words will be weirdly redefined, while the goalposts are moved furiously around you. Eventually, suffocating under a deluge of arguing in bad faith and ridiculous dishonesty, you will quite justifiably snap and head for the door, throwing off a parting shot such as, "Jesus, you people are ignorant retards!" At which point you have now become just another data point in the mounting evidence as to how none of those leftard moonbats can possibly participate in polite society, and isn't that just a shame, tut tut.
And so it goes ...
P.S. And if all of the above doesn't sound hideously familiar, you haven't been paying attention.