The Spinning Pinwheel Flame War

by Luke Jackson

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part 6

From: Fat Toe
To: All
Sent: Saturday, December 18, 2024 7:59 AM
Subject: Re: seclorum.yahoogroups.com

Go ahead, make my day!

You and One Man (and One Man in particular) the most pathetic examples of what is wrong with American political discourse today. You respond to reasonable policy arguments with personal attacks, and when the reasonableness and intelligence of opposing viewpoints overwhelm your pea brains muddied by Marxist and Atheist crap, you simply kick the person out of the discussion. Hilarious.

You two can continue to send each other the lying crap that cull from the seemy underbelly of the internet — ought to be a great “debate”. It will certainly sink you further into the ignorance in which you are already hopelessly mired.

One Man, you especially are loathsome. Stay in Fresno, please, where you’re digusting waste of humanity will not pollute the rest of this nation’s fine gene pool. Someone with far more insight into your pathetic humanity wrote this, and I think it fits you, One Man, to a tee — but it is also applicable to Liberal:

You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. You are a canker. A sore that won’t go away. I would rather kiss a slug than be seen with you. You’re a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beast who sired you and then killed himself in recognition of what he had done. Your daddy was a bastard, your mamma was a whore, and you wouldn’t be here if the rubber hadn’t tore. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a booger. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You’re a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Sheep won’t have sex with you — only trash such as yourself. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On a good day you’re a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of a used condom. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef- witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. You are a fiend and a coward, and you have toe jam. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away forever. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid, so stupid it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I’m sorry. I can’t go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me, and I must resign from this group immediately.

Feel free to write after Nov. 2 to congratulate me on the re-election of our great President, Iron Man. Until then, I don’t ever want to hear from either one of you maggots again.

Fat Toe

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I have a rather narrow view when it comes to the Constitution. There is a school of thought that believes that the Constitution is a ‘living’ document. And then there is the group the believes the Constitution means exactly as it is written nothing more, nothing less. I just happen to fall into the second group.

Question: if the Constitution is a ‘living’ document, why have the progressive (liberal) left wing of the Democratic Party been trying as hard as they can to destroy that document?

As for Straw Man’s situation, past behavior tends to be predictive of future behavior. When you get a chance please research Straw Man’s Senate voting record for the last few decades.

Mudpuppy

---Original Message ---
From: Cynic
Sent: Friday, August 20, 2024 12:28 PM
Subject: RE: RE: From Science Magazine

The key idea is not who you personally consider a political enemy, but who is an enemy to the Constitution of the United States of America. There is a reason your oath was to protect the Constitution, and not the government, president, congress, party or flag of the United States.

Now this is just my opinion, but the threat to the Constitution is Iron Man, not Straw Man. Straw Man is not the one shredding the document. Iron Man’s strategy to protect the Constitution seems to be to destroy it before the terrorists do. I’m concerned about that, and I didn’t even swear an oath to be.

--- Mudpuppy wrote:

I have never considered Iron Man an ‘enemy’. Now I have problems with occupants in past times and the person who the democrats have seen fit to run for that office.

---Original Message ---
From: Cynic
Sent: Wednesday, August 18, 2024 10:54 AM
Subject: RE: RE: From Science Magazine

--- Mudpuppy Mudpuppy1975@sbcglobal.netwrote:

...I swore an oath to support and defend the Constitution of the United States from all enemies, foreign and domestic.

So therefore, you’re against Iron Man?

To be continued...