This is why your party is quickly losing relevance
For the party that screams the loudest about everybody having their say and how the Muslims are people too, the Democrats jumped the freakin' shark when they couldn't bother to even show up for the Iraqian (ahem) address to Congress. Um, aren't you at least curious about what they have to say about what's happening in their region? Elitist bastards...
posted by Lola @ 10:38 AM
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Excuse me... is it wrong to say the "Muslims are people, too"? You're absolutely right... a combined army of Christians and Jews need to exterminate the Muslims, and then turn full control of our nation over to Tel Aviv. Would this satisfy you?
of course it's not wrong. that's why it's so brutally hypocritical to not even give a damn enough to listen to the man speak. google it. several prominent democratic congresspeople decided that wouldn't listen to the Iranian address of Congress because Iran didn't decry what Hezbollah was doing. they actually are rooting FOR Israel so why are you defending them given your fear of a world run via Tel Aviv...?
This is all rapscallionesque Jewish treachery in some thinly veiled form. I'm not falling for it.
man, if you have to start making it up maybe you should rethink your opinions.
It was Iraq, not Iran, by the way. I need an editor...
Why should I be burdened with facts and truth, when I can can be blindly motivated by bigotry and religious intolerance? It's much more fun and is always good for a laugh at someone else's expense.
Q. What is a run-on sentence?
A.:
A run-on sentence is an ungrammatical construction in which two or more independent clauses are improperly joined without a conjunction or appropriate punctuation. When a sentence contains several subjects and verb combinations causing the reader to read on and on, that sentence is called a run-on sentence. The effect is that the reader loses the main idea of the sentence. Example: "He doesn't need me he just calls to make himself feel better." Here you could use a semicolon: "He doesn't need me; he just calls to make himself feel better." Another example: "I went to the store I was out of bananas." Here you could either use a semicolon or a conjunction, such as because: "I went to the store because I was out of bananas."
Maybe this will help with your next post.
Wow Veronica! Your 10th grade English teacher would be so proud of your recall! I bet you didn't have to look that up or anything!
But you know, that's the beauty of creative license -- you can sorta fuck the rules. you seem to be really well read so I'm sure you know all about creative license a la ee cummings and john donne and william blake and john irving, etc., etc. so, maybe your attention to the rules of grammer -- and your need to show me up (which I still don't fully understand) will help with my next post. but probably not...
Anonymous -- at the very least you understand yourself which is more than I can say for some others (you don't have to look too far if you know what I mean) who clearly do not know what motivates them -- besides, of course, their love of the English language.
You remind me of my friend Annette whose mantra was: "When in doubt, blame it on the innocent bystander."
Or cover your ass as we like to say in my less formal, run-on sentence vernacular.
fuck! grammar.
Ah, Veronica, you shit-eating little bitch! We were really starting to miss your pathetic, whiny diatribes and desperate attempts at self-aggrandization. I see you have more balls than sense in showing your ass again around these parts. Are you back for another round of having a new sphincter created?
For Real? I am glad you two can agree on something. I enjoy this banter as added entertainment in my life. However, you are very mean. I am sorry that you need to attack me so personally rather than intellectually.
Man are we back on the "you're mean -- why do you attack me?" crap again? Ever seen a little snarky dog haul ass after a bigger, meaner dog, barking and acting like it it's got something to prove and then wonder why it's throat got ripped out when the big dog gets tired of all the yapping? No, you haven't. Little dogs don't wonder why they get their asses kicked because they're smarter than you.
Can ya picture that?
DAMN!!! its.
Veronica, darling, I have no choice but to attack you personally, since an attack upon your intellect would result in a forfeiture on your part. Lola has it right - you're like the fucking yapping dog behind the neighbor's fence, running the earth bare for a six-inch strip all along the property line, until such time that I bust out the World-War-One-style flamethrower and charbroil your ass behind the relative safety of your chainlink. The only way to handle a person such as yourself would be with the use of brute force and abject violence, as these seem to be the only forms of communication your underdeveloped mind can comprehend. I mean this in the best possible way when I say: please bite my wang.
Ok, here goes, you are a big loser. You are 30ish and haven’t found anyone dumb enough to marry you so you had to buy your own house that you go home alone to every night. It is clear that you think you are hot shit, but your not. You live in Georgia, and I can see from your links it is Athens or there about. So, what you live in a house you spent what, $100,000 on. Good for you, my car cost as much as your fuking house. Next you clearly have a job that doesn’t take much of your time, since you can do this all day. I am not sure what you’ve done in your life, but I am sure of this I could one up you at every turn. I did not start this to be mean to you; however now I am. You want this dog to bite, I will be happy to. And let’s use the term DOG sparingly, as I am married with kids and you are not.
So, Anonymous, are you the boyfriend?
Veronica, you make me sad. Being married and having kids isn't the end-all, be-all of existence. Look at poor Andrea Yates. I'm sure she equated her situation with some sort of achievement as well but then found she couldn't handle the lie. And now...well, as astute as you are I'm sure you know.
Marriage is a good thing. It should be entered into soberly and reverently. And it certainly shouldn't be used to promote how much you "win" in life via some ridiculous idea you have that we have some sort of competition going. You know very little about me. I like it that way. It will stay that way. (even if you think you know a lot...).
I think maybe you should concentrate more on your husband and kids and less on false catfights and superficial musings on what a person spends on their living arrangements. that's pretty juvenile, no? Are you raising your kids to treat people this way. hmmm. with all these good examples running around it's pretty clear why the divorce rate is more than 50%. Hope you make it.
I am glad that you don’t want to be married and have kids; you’re well on your way. I have no doubt my marriage will last, thank you for your concern. As for my kids, yes, I am teaching them to treat people this way. I teach them to treat people how they are treated by them. You were not so nice, so I am not so nice. I have no need to “win” with you, I have a need to call you on you’re ridiculous, judgmental shit. This is not a competition, I know I am better than you; it is you that lacks a backbone and any self-confidence. I am glad you have me to put down and make yourself feel better.
And why should I not feel proud of my marriage and kids, I worked hard to get here and work hard everyday for them. It is no different than anyone else that is proud of their life. I am proud that My husband and I have worked hard, and I am happy and proud of that. And happy to have done it with someone I love and not alone.
Now, now, Lola - go easy on the poor girl. You need to understand that if you can make no mark on the world through your career activities, and all you know how to do is keep house and fuck, you would then naturally regard being married and having kids as the ultimate personal fulfillment. It makes perfect sense to me. And, moreover, I would assume that the natural extension of being able to keep house and fuck would be to have a nice trophy car presented to you by your husband - "chattel for chattel", as I like to call it. I'm absolutely certain that Veronica has a lot of nice jewelery and an everpresent manicure, too, so that she can desperately cling to the fading sexual attentions of a husband ever looking onward to greener pastures.
damn, that was good Anonymous! Can I use the "everpresent manicure to cling to..." line? I'll credit you someday...
What the ladylike Veronica doesn't understand is that getting married is easy (well, she might understand that part...) but getting married and being happy and subsequently staying married is a lot harder. Again, with the incoherent and misapplied rage she exhibits (why the hell is she taking it out on me? see a therapist for Christ's sake...)I wish her luck. I'm sure her husband (if he exists) is the recipient of her rantings when she's not picking on people she claims not to even know.
whatever it is it's pretty weird. A friend I work with in my loser job just emailed and wanted to know who Veronica is. I think he finds it hard to beleive I might actually associate -- even remotely -- with someone of her caliber. But, since she's married I guess she must be all right...
"I teach them to treat people how they are treated by them."
Good Lord, that's precious.
oh, and one more thing, because I forgot to mention it although I doubt miss Veronica will understand it:
I consider marriage a sacrament -- you heard me psycho -- a contract between the couple and God, the Creator, the Almighty, the Big Cheese. So, marrying someone I don't love and would probably end up divorcing would run antithetical to a system of beleif that waws, quite literally, written in stone. My soul requires something more than "I have to be socially acceptable in the eyes of Veronica" in order to make that big a compromise.
oh, and one more thing, because I forgot to mention it although I doubt miss Veronica will understand it:
I consider marriage a sacrament -- you heard me psycho -- a contract between the couple and God, the Creator, the Almighty, the Big Cheese. So, marrying someone I don't love and would probably end up divorcing would run antithetical to a system of beleif that waws, quite literally, written in stone. My soul requires something more than "I have to be socially acceptable in the eyes of Veronica" in order to make that big a compromise.
I am glad to see you focus on what makes you feel better about yourself. I never said I didn’t have a job or didn’t by myself my car and house. You don’t know what I do or with whom I do it. I think my family is a bigger accomplishment as anyone can get a job. If my husband wants to go elsewhere, that is his business, again fine on my own. I do not need someone to make me feel good about myself I can do that alone. I already know I am a good person who has done much in a short life. No manicure or expensive jewels, just actual love and friendship. I know it is hard to imagine since you can’t find that, right you don’t want it.
I guess the answer is NO; anonymous is not the boyfriend of at least not the marring type.
Kebert? Are you a redhead?
Veronica, your arrogance, self-righteousness and bitterness convince me that it is extremely unlikely that you are getting cock on a regular basis, despite going overwhelmingly out of your way to convince us otherwise. Are you perhaps really a lez?
That's it, my life partner and I a have a great life. We've married, had children, and are both very successful in our careers.
Whatever “anonymous”, don’t put your marriage phobias off on me.
anonymous, you rock. have i told you that lately?
hehe.. you said "LifePartner™"
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