Assuming this asshole is serious, I've got a nominee for the world's biggest cunt. Go here, bring a garbage can up next to the computer in case you need to vomit. I really wish I could convince myself it's a spoof, but sadly, I think he actually thinks all this shit that tumbles out of his cold, bastard soul. Thanks to Daryl for linking to this son of a bitch and making my night less pleasant than it might otherwise have been.
In retrospect, I'm almost afraid this is satire and that I now look like a giant, loud mouthed, conclusion jumping boob. Either way, I'm kind of happy with my vitriol and the things I think of to call people, so I'm leaving this here. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice . . . uuuhhh . . .
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"Nutsackery", yes. Not very reasoned dialog. On cursory examination, I believe it's satire.
I really hope it's satire.
Oh crap! I got about halfway through and couldn't take it. My blood pressure started to rise. My head started to throb. I started, like you, to imagine maybe it was a Colbert type spoofer, just because it doesn't seem possible.
Jon Swift=Jonathan Swift="A Modest Proposal"=beautifully spot-on, poison-bitter satire.
That said, this essay is not too many clicks off from what I've been hearing from your average Republican asshat.
His nom de plume sort of gives away that it is indeed satire. But many didn't think the whole baby eating thing in A Modest Proposal was such a bad idea when it was written. Often the mark of really good satire is the confusion of the people reading it...Can he be serious?
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