Nope…it never gets old. There are always new facets of assness, new aspects of complete-atude to explore. Totality though…totality is just an unattainable goal, a chimera, ever on the horizon. I continue to strive to be a complete and total ass. Perhaps someday…
Coming from you I’ll take this as a compliment. I’d be worried if you thought I was ever right.
To paraphrase from America’s Sweetheart: Can I jus’ say somethin’ please? Escuse me. Wha’ was said about my penis on the screen… that is completely false. Completely! I am extremely well hung. They call me tripod! I will submit to a physical inspection right now!
That, I think, is your problem. You started with an axiom and built a huge house of cards on top of it. You can’t face the fact that some of your opinions are based on rubbish, so you deflect and run away like a stupid bitch. You treasure your axioms so much that you lash out to defend them, even against reality.
That’s not what I said. Aside from UHC you’re wrong on a lot of stuff. An intelligent person would look at the data and realize that UHC is much, much more efficient than our system. But you can’t take that because it is in contravention to one of your untested beliefs. So you rage against it. You’re a dog with a soup bone. Someone reaches for it, and you growl.
I’m swayed by facts and reality. That’s the difference. You chose an ideology and look for things to support it. I, and many others look for things on which to build our ideologies.
I’m sorry you’re so fucking wrong, I actually feel for you. But it’s your choice to live in ignorant fantasy, and no one else is to blame for your manifold failures. There are plenty of things that can be argued, like the right amount to tax people. But you argue against facts, that’s what’s shitty.
Yep. And one of the nice things is that people don’t take him seriously, so that no matter how dickish he may be I can just be amused rather than wonder who might be suckered.
To continue the America’s Sweetheart theme: <wife reading from a prepared script in a wooden, unconvincing voice>: And yes, his penis is larger than a roll of quarters…um, it’s, um, almost too big. Really.