So this is about little ol’ me. I’m glad you find my confections so sweet, but if you want to flame me, try another thread, I believe it is called, Bob Loblaw is an ass.
My Pitting has been hijacked!
What an odd sensation. One might expect to be pleased, having the focus of complaint and derision moved to another, and yet, its strangely depressing…
The Sorrow and the Pitee
I know. Doesn’t it suck? I had my own pit thread. I make the mistake of admitting that I, like most people, can be a complete ass, although I didn’t hide behind others there.
And here you are pitted like an olive for posting your liberal claptrap where conservative folks don’t like it. Virtually everyone here except Bricker comes to your defense. Initially Bricker says that you are incapable of admitting a mistake. And your fan squad posts links to a couple of threads where you admit someone else is right.
And I start razzing “counsellor” Bricker and he changes the whole subject of the thread to punish me. He invents a whole new system of people value, just to try to mess with me, and his sudden dislike of you not bowing down to him becomes damn near worship. I invited him to put himself on the scale of value points, but modesty overcame him.
Lucy (can I call you Lucy? I assume you’re a man, but it’s a cool nick.) I don’t want to take the attention away from you. You are a liberal bastard (I haven’t read your stuff, but I get the idea from this thread.) You are eloquent, and you put that eleoquence to use to be rude to the ruling class where, frankly, you are not wanted. You need to be a good liberal, and only post in places where the fascists allow you to. Get with the program. Don’t be a new liberal, the kind that fights whenever and wherever you find the cause. Be a good old Democrat and don’t point out that the Bush administration is people with cowards, over 30 have felony convictions at appointive levels (first administation ever to knowingly appoint a felon), and they start wars with lies.
Good for you, Lucy, don’t let the bastards get you down, and don’t let the bastards take away your honored place on the enemies list.
Achtung Luc!
Your presence is requested up against the wall.
Sincerely
Weasely hypocrites of the SDMB
Out, out, brief guesthood!
Loblaw’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his month upon the board,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
the rest is silence.
'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.