Thursday, June 04, 2009
I am Galactus. Fear me.
Apparently, it's true what one commenter wrote about me once upon a time -- I have become, all by myself, a fearsome force in the blogosphere, totally awesome in my awesomely awesome awesomeness, with the ability to drive mouth-breathing wankers into spasms of pants-peeing panic and frantic flight in the opposite direction simply by being in the general vicinity.
Yesterday's "Exhibit A" would, of course, be worthless liar and childish Blogging Tory "Hunter" (no, I'm not linking to that execrable douche this time), whose response to a number of CC-related commenters trying desperately to engage her in good faith on legitimate issues was a barrage of evasion, insults, tap dancing and, finally (as is inevitable with that whiny, gutless shrew) arbitrary comment deletion and petulant comment moderation.
It's not my imagination -- there's a definite pattern here, the running shrieking in fear whenever I show up, or even when someone casually passes by here heading elsewhere. Even two or three degrees of separation isn't enough to diminish the terrifying power of me, driving mortal wankers mad with screeching, whimpering terror.
The list of the afflicted is long and getting longer -- Hunter, Neo Conservative, Sandy Crux, mahmood, Patrick Ross, JoJo -- all incapable of coherent conversation or rational discourse when caught in the grip of the CCness of it all, all reduced to blubbering, sophomoric insults and playground taunts, reduced to nothing more sophisticated than "Ha, stoopid leftard trolls, we sure hit the target THIS time, didn't we, stoooooopid leftard trolls, HAHAHAHAHA!!"
It's an entertaining thing to see, isn't it? The explosive urination and massive soiling of underpants by just the thought of me popping by to have a chat and ripping someone a new orifice intellectually. But it's why we say around here at CC HQ: These people are not to be engaged; they are to be mocked. Ruthlessly. Relentlessly. And, most of the time, at a safe distance upwind. Otherwise, the stench of fresh urine starts to get a bit overwhelming.
I am Galactus.
KEYBOARD CAT! Play the whiny losers off: