Ah, a crisp November morning, a cup of good coffee, and a gibbering Scylla meltdown! How sweet, the bitterness of your bile. How it lifts the trodden spirit, wafted ever higher on the gentle wind of your impotent invective!
And the flattery! It is I who embodies all the perfidy of the snarling left! Mother will be so proud! It could only be better if there were some challenge to it, rather than baiting a rabid wolverine into rage.
“big” - well, 5’9", 165
“fat” - see above
“lying” - one must. Being neither rich, nor handsome, the balm of flattery is often the only thing that stands between me and a life of unwilling celibacy.
“stoner” - guilty as charged. To quote St. Willy of Nelson, “I gave up whiskey for weed in 1976. May be the only smart thing I ever did.” Sometimes, parsing your sentences suggests that you have Mr. Johnny Walker for an amanuensis. Rather a poor choice, that.
Maybe so, maybe so. But he’s a Yurpeen, and a resident of Holland, where recreational drugs are mandatory. Or so I’ve heard. And December is/was unfailingly polite whereas I am capable of such as…
“I am a bit hazy on my Greek mythology. Wasn’t Scylla the one who swallowed all the Greek seamen?”
Not very nice. Certainly not polite.
Then you start in on friend Minty. He’s a big boy, he can take care of himself.
As to Mr. Franken’s book, I haven’t read it. I don’t think he’s very funny, and I cringe to look at him. He embodies the classic type-cast of the liberal weenie. As I said, I have heard/read elsewhere the charges laid out in his book, as related to us here by the doe-eyed and slinky Natasha. Nowhere have I seen them refuted. Which should be easy enough, if they are lies. Names and dates are specified, you should have no problem. If they are lies.
Now, true…the fact that no one has refuted them does not prove beyond all doubt that they are true. Maybe no one has gotten around to it, or simply didn’t notice. Seems unlikely, considering the frothing invective he has attracted. If they are such perfidious lies, they would clearly offer a very attractive target for repudiation, wouldn’t they?
But you’re just the man for the job! Towering intellect, internet access, and Goddess knows you have an ample supply of bile. Sic 'em! Show us what you got, tough guy!
Got ilk?