Hell, no -- it's what we do:
And what exactly would someone from WestJet be doing googling on one "Werner Patels?" One can only speculate, but isn't it amusing to imagine that the Weiner applied to WestJet for a job ... and they got his application ... and they methodically Googled him ... and the hits on the very first page of Google output brought them here. At which point it was just downhill at ever-increasing speed.
And given that the word "banned" seems to keep coming up, well, that's kind of the next obvious step, isn't it? And that's when you crack open a cold one, make yourself comfortable and have fun.
This is, of course, all rampant, completely-unfounded speculation, but it does seem to fit a pattern of batshit-crazy, drooling, right-wing hatemongers having their public words come back and take a chunk out of their ass. And maybe the Weiner is about to learn the same ugly lesson. And you know exactly where I'm going with this, don't you? Yes, yes, you do.
Are you paying attention, Twatrick? Because you can't say you weren't warned, but instead of taking some good advice, you chose to froth and foam like the emotional and psychological 8-year-old that you are. And now ... well, take a good look at the Weiner's situation, because it's kind of like staring into your future, isn't it?
Yeah, I'm thinking the Rev said it nicely here:
you gotta figure Patsy is watching this and realizing that the CC strategy of simply giving him enough rope is more than just viable, it's practically airtight -- and Patsy is stuck inside the jar watching his own bullshit and venom seal the last of the air holes.
Yes, it's sort of like that, isn't it, Twatsy? And all totally self-inflicted. Isn't that the best part of it all?
It's eerie, isn't it?