Good God, Derth. Most time when people get whooshed, they’re good sports about it and bow out gracefully. They rarely continue to make a fool out of themselves like you’re doing.
Just because you can’t recognize the irony practically dripping off every other word in the OP, it doesn’t make RT a liar. It just makes you hyper-literal in an Asperger’s kind of way.
He does this. I don’t know why, but this is something of a habit for him. He doesn’t seem to have the sort of meta-reasoning skills to recognize when he doesn’t get the joke and everyone else does. That thing that should have clicked in his brain and said, “Hey, since everyone else got the joke and I didn’t, obviously the problem is on my end.” It seems like he has an extremely limited ability to examine his own behavior.
At least it’s a step up. This time he’s not calling for the joke-teller to be banned.
Try Lynch.
“Just cut 'em up like regular chickens!”
I thought the SDMB legislative branch already determined the fate of anyone who does that.
They burning your dog unless you come back, bring pie.
Better run, 'pun, I see a mob gathering, and they’ve got torches and pitchforks…
But I’m not a witch…
But you’re dressed like one!
Weirddave doesn’t know how to cook lobster for shit, either.
Some crazy villagers wielding 1920s-style death rays dressed me up like this!
“Please walk this way.”
“If I could walk this way…”
Thus spake the ego that walks like a man.
If I could find a way…
Thank you all for the clarification on MAD. Somewhat embarrassing there, since I’m one myself. Also thanks for the definition of “Newshole.” Not that I understand the context of either one as originally used in this thread, but I’ll quit while I’m ahead.
BTW, I’m delighted to see that this thread, which had the potential to become really ugly, has turned out to be silly and delightful. Well, with the exception of DrDeth, who apparently performed his own humorectomy while still in med school.
And, while I disagree profoundly with Scylla’s politics, I must say that anyone who can write things as humorous as some of his stories have been has the right to a bit of ego. It’s OK for me to say this, since I also disagree profoundly with Weirddave’s politics. 
He ain’t a doctor.
I’m crushed. Please don’t tell me that you’re not a legendary sword which fires bullets.
“Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.”
“Well, but you can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!”
“I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away!”
Yes, I know, quoting Monty Python is lame . . .
It ain’t lame to me, it never gets old. And that’s one of my favorite scenes. Autonomous collective, you bet.
You wouldn’t happen to be a sock for Derth, would you?
If I could feel that way, I wouldn’t need the Prozac!