Insolublog VRS Frank Galvin
It seems that Insolublog and Frank Galvin have built some type of dysfunctional relationship. I intend to exploit it. Frank can send me a post for rebuttal anytime by emailing me.
Another Heartfelt Frank You Letter
Thank you, Frank. Thanks for bolstering my firm confidence in Republican victory for the foreseeable future. Nobody loves being insulted more than me. It morally liberates me to do the same. It has that crisp morning ozone aroma, that wakes you up, next to that cup of steaming java. There is nothing like having moonbats, suffering from a dangerous virulent strain of Lyssavirus, break their fangs off on my thick, computerized, nerdy hide. George Bush knows what I am talking about. I am specifically fond of the name altering game. It brings me all the way back to those fond childhood days, with delightful playground taunts of "I know you are, but what am I?" and "I'm rubber, you're glue...".You get the picture. What Fun Stuff.
You know, Frank you do have some good points.
On your point of the Order, We should shed our swastikas and Klan pillowcases on E-Bay. I'm sure planned parenthood would snap up the former for their 'Museum of our Founder'. Bob Byrd will, no doubt, gobble up the latter. To move forward, with the great recovery however, you should endeavor to prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that there is no Democrat White People's Party.
Here is the idea:
First, find Bob Byrd a room, in a roach motel somewhere. Lock the door. Next, collectively buy the home next to Ted Kennedy's house in Hyannisport. Convert the upscale property into a special needs, self esteem building retreat for downtrodden, homeless, illegal Mexican welfare recipients. Stock it with lots of booze, a 2 kilowatt stereo, a small rice burner track out
back and an outdoor pig rotisserie on the front lawn. Then carefully monitor Teddy, as he simmers in his commitment to humility and multi-cultural diversity. Make sure you have that finger poised on the MSM nuclear press release detonation trigger, ready to deploy, on the first sign of complaint. We can fashion a similar scene next to Kerry's Beacon Hill brownstone. I
know they are all for 'the little people' and 'the children'. I know, in spite of the strong resemblance and stench, that they are nothing like those elitist, upper crust, French socialists, who have been deliberately greasing the socioeconomic ladder rungs of young Muslims. It would be such a nice taste of what our military gets from the press.
I like your twist on the first amendment too, Frank. As soon as possible, I plan to hop on a plane to New York, rush past NYT security and pound on the door of Pinch Sulzberger. I will demand that he print my excoriating letter of discontent, above the fold, in the Times. After all it's about my free speech, damn it. I will tell him that he has no moral right to moderate and censor his newspaper. I will then order Pinch to print a hyperlink, pimping my blog. That should bring the ratings up. I will work my way over to the Scare America studio and do the same thing. I can always use some lame excuse about public airwaves, FCC and stuff. We will have to see how it turns out.
I must tell you Frank, I am in love with that innovative new theory on Taxes too. Now I can forget all that ridiculous general fund propaganda, which I have been swallowing all these years. I no longer need to rely on the old, tired assumption that so much percentage of every dollar goes to into the pork barrel du jour.
Now I am free to speculate wildly.
Maybe this is what the South Park Underpants Gnomes do, on the off season! They carefully check each taxpayer's gift of love and put the check in some special place. Hmmm, Frank's check goes to sensitive, caring entitlements. Insolublog's check goes into the evil national security/Halliburton tray. Michael Moore's check goes into, well the evil Halliburton tray, since he owns the stock. It can't be the general fund, since I cannot possibly know where MY money goes. Oh, and thanks for reminding me that I need to bitch at the government again. (Taking note. ) This is great. I want all my red cents, from my blue state, going to national security.
You must have been an adept taffy puller, in a previous life, Frank. When you took my statement on the evils of tort lawyers, and transposed it into a Delay style indictment, endorsing corporate corruption. That was sheer spin genius of Howard Dean lore! The way you tenaciously stick to that evil corporate entity argument is breathtaking. Ted Kennedy is raising his scotch glass to you. Even innocent employees form a slimy head on the evil, abominable corporate Hydra. They must all pay in blood. Silly me. I thought people working in the private sector created all the wealth in this country. Now I know it is collected and carefully vended out by government, lawyers and liberal political apparatchiks. See? I can pull taffy too.
Sadly, I know the Fourth Reich is in charge now, Frank. Take heart. I am sure that there is an important role for the angry disenfranchised moonbat in our society. DPT identified it once as the 'circle of poo'. To grow a strong political oak, you need a good nourishing dose of stinky poo, to feed the grassroots. Yes, I do forgive you for living in Chicago, Frank. Say hi, on my behalf, to the right honorable Mayor Daly. He is, what we conservatives call a good, solid predictable Democrat.