On Wed, 5 Feb 2020 10:45:54 -0500, Keyser Soze wrote:

On 2/5/20 9:40 AM, Justan Ohlphart wrote:
On 2/5/2020 9:04 AM, Adorable Deplorable wrote:
On Wed, 5 Feb 2020 07:24:06 -0500, Keyser Soze wrote:

On 2/5/20 7:10 AM, Mr. Luddite wrote:
On 2/5/2020 6:22 AM, Keyser Soze wrote:
Mr. Luddite wrote:

Well, I'll give the Democrats some understanding and compassion.

They've all had a very bad week.* :-)




Didn’t watch any of it.



Of course not.* I understand.

I understand POTUS Pig Vomit cheapened the nation's highest civilian
award by awarding it to Sack'O'**** Limbaugh, so a tear came to my eye
when I read this from a buddy who saw it somewhere and thought it would
get the appropriate response from me:

"I’d like to take a moment to apologize to Rush Limbaugh as he
transitions from living being to bloated, rotting corpse.

The truth is, cancer isn’t funny, and lung cancer is a particularly
nasty way to go. Although Limbaugh, like Donald Trump, has made a career
of twisting and torturing truth until it weeps and bleeds and ****es all
over the floor of the dank basement that is his soul, and then sopping
up this wet filth with a brown dishrag and wringing it into the gaping
ear holes of his very intelligent, totally unbiased listeners, it’s
important to remember that even our worst enemies deserve to be treated
with compassion. So while it may be tempting to make flippant jokes
about the delicious irony of an obnoxious, abusive, bigoted, detestable
windbag getting cancer right down deep in the place where he gives birth
to his lies, please, have some respect.

So don’t say things like, “I wish that sentient sack of pig vomit had
three lungs so he could get 33 percent more cancer.” Sorry, not funny.

Refrain from comments such as “Why oh why couldn’t he have gotten cancer
in a part of his body he doesn’t use, like his heart?” Not cool.

I don’t want to hear stuff like “I wish there were ten stages of cancer
and I wish he had stage ten.” Uncalled for.

Under no circumstances should anyone post things like “I wonder if it’s
possible to sponsor a community walk in support of lung cancer? I mean
literally in support of the actual cancer cells.” That’s over the line,
folks.

As we all know, a cancer diagnosis completely absolves a man of a
lifetime of viciousness and immorality. So I want to be clear: In no way
do I wish I could drop everything and take a job as a gravedigger at the
cemetery that will soon hold his decaying remains just so I could have
the opportunity to be the man to throw the last shovelful of dirt onto
his cold grave and then dance on top of it while taking long swigs from
a bottle of Blanton’s and cackling with glee until dawn.

I apologize to anyone I offended."

Ouch.

My brother died of lung cancer a little while back.

Your comments are sick. But that's nothing new for you. Which is
worse, do you think, lung cancer or
a mental disability. Your lack of concern for either is quite telling.
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Freedom Isn't Free!

Fat Harry has love for no one but himself. Not even his son. He probably
thinks of the Dr. Dr. as just another piece of ass same as those
Latina's he drools over.


Actually, as I stated, the comments came to me in an email from a friend
who swiped them from somewhere or someone. Considering the hate Limbaugh
has spewed over the decades, I feel no more compassion for his eventual
fate than I would or would have had for fellow hatemongers like Hitler,
Amin, Trump, Fidel, et cetera. I don't wish external violence on any
political leaders with whom I disagree because of the disruption it
could cause, but it wouldn't bother me if a certain fella choked on a
bone from one of the KFC meals he so adores.

As far as my ex wife goes, I haven't had anything to do with her for
close to 30 years. I haven't see her, I haven't talked to her, but I do
recall responding to a couple of emails, two, maybe three, she sent me
over the years. When I was paying child support, I arranged to pay it
through the State of Virginia so that I wouldn't have to deal with her.
When I filed for divorce from her, she failed to appear at the two
preliminary hearings and at the final full courtroom hearing when the
judge, after seeing evidence she had been properly served with the
various papers, issued a decree.

Oh...the last time I physically saw her, I was sitting on the front
steps of a friend's townhouse and chatting with another friend, a guy,
when he went to get something out of his car in the parking lot and she
tried to run him over with her car.

Beyond this, I really have nothing to say about her.

I suppose I could send this to her and ask her if it's true, but we know you, Krause.

No mention of your son here, eh Fat Boy?
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Freedom Isn't Free!