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Posted on 12/18/2010 4:14:00 PM PST by LibWhacker
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2."Don't stop! (Just don't expect me to read your posts or care)"
3."The funny thing is, the only people who get really riled by my avatar (and there are only 2 other babies in your remedial creche who can't stop wetting themselves) are pack animals with no individual identity (and a fear of individual excellence), leftist shills, and homosexuals. I'm guessing you're good for at least 2 out of 3. And their common characteristics are an IQ of about 105, and the belief that showing up at a church address makes them holy. Now get to bed before mom catches you on her PC again. Maybe you'll sleep well enough to get up in time to miss The View, make it to a real job interview, and get up the courage to ask a real girl out on a date. Dutch, of course, since you're poor.
Clearly you haven't looked at my "About" page, mr. "the comedian". I looked at yours. Empty except for a hollywood movie poster. You are a profound intellect. A real original thinker.
Now, 3 posts of yours ago you claimed not to care what I post and that you dont intend to read my posts any more.
The only time you are funny, mr. "the comedian" is when you don't mean to be.
I've been reading your stuff. There's no shortage of it. Mostly one-line yips and screeches. Contentless.
You have a thing about queers. The butterfly guy you choose as your representative here looks really queer. You are projecting, mr. "the comedian".
So now, will you not read another post of mine and not respond again, for the fourth time, mr. "the comedian"?
And a failure to exhibit any intellect whatsoever. Looks like my 2-outta-3 call was probably generous.
Your cabin-boy-lover character suits you. So does the dress and the effeminate "art".
Keep talking to me. I've decided I can't wait to hear you cry, I mean, other than into a pillow, and due to a cause other than your butch ship mates being too eager with you.
No hyphens needed. A comma follows "rum" and "buggary" is spelled buggery. Here, like this: "A rum, the lash and buggery..." Thank heavens you don't refer to yourself as "the grammarian". Though you may as well since your grammar is as ineffective as your comedy, mr. "the comedian".
Your lack of geograhical knowledge and inability to comprehend what you read shines dully as you missed the part where I live in Maine.
That small potatoes though. What is becoming clear as you attempt what you think is humour is that you have a very large fixation with homosexuality.
Every "insult" of yours is queer-related. That's a real clear indicator. What you are thinking about comes out in the words you write. You think about homosexuality a lot. Our writings are a window in to our souls. You realize that don't you mr. "the comedian"?
As homosexuality is your subject of choice I'll keep this interesting for you.
Have you ever sucked a dick, even just once? Is anal sex with your wife/girl-friend (beards, if they exist at all) more pleasant for you than natural sex? Do you find that you like to be drunk when sex may happen? Is lisping and prancing about like a drag queen one of the "joke" routines you perform for co-workers and acquaintances often, mr. "the comedian"?
You like to talk about homosexuality in others. A lot.
You are projecting, mr. "the comedian". The butterfly guy picture you can't stop posting turns you on.
Ah, perfect. Exactly what I'd expect from a ~105 IQ rum-the-lash-and-buggary garbage scow cabin boy with no appreciation for anything outside his own limited, limiting experience.
When all else fails, marshal every shred of your ability to attack your opponent's...typo. Indeed, since that's the depth of error you can understand, let alone attack, go with what you know, girl. Well done! I wish there were such simple mistakes on your part I could assail, but alas, your flaws and shortcoming are far, far more grievous and broad. For example, I wouldn't dream of attacking your failure to capitalize "Mr.", because you have significantly deeper flaws than (what I assume are) your clumsy fingers. Let's tend to those.
Just FYI, the phrase was originally applied to the British Navy by Winston Churchill (you've probably have never heard of him, but he was a magnificent Brit) and the point was that those hardy souls who go down to the sea in ships are not quite as noble as they'd have you believe. In fact, quite a significant number of them are coarse, undisciplined, and conveniently gay. Don't worry, I wouldn't expect any superior behavior from you. It would be rude and unrealistic of me, given the peak of your demonstrated abilities and your chosen vocation (assuming you weren't Shanghai'd into Big Gay Al's Boat Adventure) .
Thank heavens you don't refer to yourself as the "Atomic Intellect", or "Atomic Competency", or "Atomic Barely Adequate". Those would all be misleading. I think your handle suits your perfectly. The only alternatives I might suggest would be "Irritating, Partially Digested Ejecta", or maybe "Radioactive Sick", but those would take you too long to type, and you'd likely misspell them. And then you'd attack yourself like an auto-erotic monkey in a digital zoo. And nobody wants to see that.
At any rate, as for Maine, a state responsible for the two most traitorous Republicans in the Senate, within which you've (previously) decided to ply your trade (such as it is), I can only guess what vile personality traits someone "born & raised in Woods Hole, MA" would be expressing to live in that rotting vestibule of liberalism. I guess they are more forgiving of ocean-based pederasts and simpletons than real seamen in red states, eh? Or maybe you just like being a barely-nominal fish in a sub-standard pond? But oh my, even that crap pile was too challenging for you.
Banished to NYC were you? What, outstanding warrants? Or do you have an insatiable taste for the "cabaret"?
How are your blog hits? Couldn't help but notice that your over-developed desire for attention (no doubt as a coping mechanism for your under-developed childhood parental attention experience, due to your missing or distant father/mother) seems to eclipse what a normal man would display in terms of modesty and decency in a forum which frowns on blog pimping.
But subtlety, decorum, and honor aren't *really* things that pester you, are they? No.
But as I've said before, we understand. You do the best you can. Now, please do continue your projectionist fantasies about other people's homosexuality. I'm sure it eases the pain of being a garbage scow cabin boy in New York City, surrounded by lonely, sweaty, illiterate men who wait diligently for you to land face-down in your pillow, and weep about the father you never knew.
I guess my only remaining question is, which church address do you report to on a semi-regular basis to claim holiness?
The traits of you bed-wetters, you see, are quite predictable, and for statistical completeness, I'd like to know the denomination.
Oh, and keep up the CafePress pimping. I can only imagine the dire straits your ocean-faring business is in, given your exhibited skills in discourse. Sell more T-shirts.
Let me know when you go belly-up so I can pick up your assets for pennies on the dollar. I might even hire you. But probably not.
My point isn't that you are stupid.
My point remains that, you aren't funny.
Well TC, you’ve been judged deficient by Atomic Vomit.
I guess that pretty much settles things.
I guess that pretty much settles things.
Color me emotionally destroyed.
My point isn't that you are stupid.
My point remains that, you aren't funny
My point is that you aren't bright enough to judge what is funny, or smart enough to recognize stupid.
Thanks for proving my points for me
And please don't stop posting. Everyone is in stitches.
How's your NYC garbage scow business doing?
I prefer to use the phrase, "infinite realities".
You guys have Hubby and me in stitches. Here's hoping Mr. Vomit (Dude! WUWT?) continues the show.
Happy Christmas Eve, and
" And please don't stop posting. Everyone is in stitches. How's your NYC garbage scow business doing?"
Everyone! Legions! Scads!
My scows move along very nicely. 10,000 tons. 600' long. 2500HP.
The port of NY and it's surrounding waters is a tough place to do this. Not many can, mr. "the comedian".
You should see my paychecks. My scows do well indeed.
Say, when are you going to write something funny, mr. "the comedian"?
Like the poorly written sitcoms you ape, your gag lines are simply gratuitous insultry. Reading your stuff is like watching some tv "comedy" like oh, "That 70's Show" where the canned laughter erupts for gems like, "If I'da married your mother sooner you woulda missed the wedding". (Shrieks, howls & guffaws from "studio audience") Or, "I love your father. But he's bald and fat!" (Explosive grunting and whistles from "studio audience")
Lines like that kept their audience in stitches, mr. "the comedian".
It doesn't take much to be "funny" like that, mr. "the comedian".
Too bad a shower won't clean up the pointless crap that spews from your remedial keyboard. You should consider changing your handle to Online Diarrhea.
You've pretty well established that you have no intellect, no sense of humor, and nothing to add to the conversations here. Not to mention no sense of shame. What sort of moron is proud of being a glorified garbage man who figuratively wipes the bottom of New York City for a living?
Well, I guess every man rises to the height of his abilities. Given your work history, yours seems to be emptying bedpans for liberals.
I know I should stop making everyone laugh at you, but you insist on it. Oh well, a brief respite, and then more of you served up on a plate, garbage scow cabin boy.
Merry Christmas, you blog pimping, 105 IQ diaper hauler!
I am having an effect on you.
The constant homosexual slur/projection you specialized in earlier has stopped since I pointed out how revealing it was of you.
I'm making you better. Not funnier, just less ordinary.
May your Christmas be spent viewing "Maude" re-runs for new material.
Now off to Christmas dinner, garbage scow cabin boy. Oh, and BTW:
I think there’s another universe that is made up entirely of missing socks.......