Mister Pterodactyl
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Ranty goodness
Bozo-moonbat-nutjob (couldn’t settle on an epithet) Charlie Brooker, writing for the Guardian:

"On November 2, the entire civilized world will be praying, praying Bush loses. And Sod's law dictates he'll probably win, thereby disproving the existence of God once and for all. The world will endure four more years of idiocy, arrogance and unwarranted bloodshed, with no benevolent deity to watch over and save us. John Wilkes Booth, Lee Harvey Oswald, John Hinckley Jr - where are you now that we need you?"

Tim Blair has links and contact information.

[Dropping cloak of Vulcan-like calm] I am so sick of this. I am so sick of this global pack of whining losers grousing about America; everything’s our fault, if only we’d try harder to get along and work on consensus and not insist on getting our own way, then we’d see that nothing has really changed, we can still have the happy-happy time from the 90’s, but we don’t because we’re arrogant and uneducated and stupid.

And at the same time to have abandoned civility, and even decency? To feel free to say (and maybe do) anything, no matter how vile, if your target doesn’t share your fluffy hand-holding see-no-evil view of the world? I’ve had it.

Every time I hear this kind of moonbatty bullshit, I want Bush to win just a little bit more. Because after the election, I want to hear Franken and Soros and Sarandon and the Dixie Chix and, uh, that guy, that giant donut-filled chunk of unshaven mewling crap (what was his name? You know, the movie guy) and Kennedy and MoveOn-dot-whatever and all those nice people at the Guardian, I want to hear them howl. I want to see them come unhinged. I want to watch them hunt for excuses and point fingers, scream for recounts, chase down accusations of malfeasance, and gradually sink into despondency and drug abuse.

And I am going to laugh and laugh, as they realize that America hasn’t followed the light of their superior wisdom, as their fragile little egos start spinning like a cartoon duck. I am going to mock and ridicule and enjoy every minute.
I am sick of this. I want vindication.

Whew. I got one more post on Iraq coming up, and then I’m taking a break. Football and cartoons until election day. Did you know the Wisconsin Badgers are 8-0?

[Note to self: pick up cloak of Vulcan-like calm; you’re going to want it later.]

UPDATE: The Guardian has issued a mealymouthed apology and retracted the column.

You'd better take that cloak to the cleaners first. It has become quite stained with saliva and greenish-yellow sputum.
Could these people get any worse? I expect and hope so. Their demasking could spur quite a few back to reason.
Sputum? Keep your little fantasies to yourself, mister.
Ahhh, sputum! There's nothing quite as awesome as witnessing a patient hack a sputoloogie through a tracheostomy tube and nail a picture of Britney Spears right between the eyes 17 feet 3-1/2 inches away!
You have contests for that Steve?
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