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14 Reasons To Deport Illegal Aliens
Rev. Bob 'Bob' Crispen wrote:
The kindly Rev. overheard saying on Mon 27 Aug 2007 11:15:55a: Costs, costs, costs, Can anybody lend me a few bucks ? It seems the Illegals have taken it all again....I cant afford these people...... jer Lots and lots of conservative elites have plenty of money, but they think lending it to you would ruin your character. Sorry. Better luck in your choice of friends next time. The reason these groups have been saturated of late by the redolent leftist rhetoric of our own "Rev" runt "Bob" is that the massively self-absorbed, Binford-cheeked, ex-Boeing barnacle has been dislodged from the workplace into a state of "retirement" and finds himself with a surfeit of time but no shortage of keystrokes at his disposal. A cursory glance at Bob's blogs and familial puffery websites renders for us the image of a man obsessed with himself, desirous of huge inputs of attention, and very nearly addicted to virtual exhibitionism. Be it his musings over the Steelers, familial lineage, or the unending core dump of rants, spin, and political opinioneering, "Bob" simply craves a reaction. In the truest sense this is seniors life trolling 101 - an all to revealing look at what the Bart Simpson persona turned loose in a senior center might be one day. See the "Rev"-runt not so much as a benign but bored buffoon, but rather as a pernicious reminder of what intolerant solipsism offers in its climax state. "Bob" doesn't really care if you agree with him, though that would be well and good, though his troll volume decreases accordingly as threads inevitably peter out under concordance. But take the "Rev's" bait and he's granted another rollicking ride on the "Bob"-o-lator, a device of his own all too imitable design and one wholly self gratifying in application, the Usenet equivalent of one of those auto-suck penis milking devices. And know this, the "Rev" is one spunk-happy self-abuser; all he asks is that you supply the friction and he'll grimace and shudder in partisan ecstasy 24/7. Think "Lawnmower Man" meets Howard Beale and you're in the right stadium. But forget the refreshments and door fees. "Bob's" game is senior-itis gone evil and wrong. The perversion of loneliness done up in a cult of self-worship yet bereft of the slightest compassion regarding the wit or wisdom of his active trollees. The megalomania that defines the "Rev" doesn't leave room for the rest of the world in any peer sense, one simply becomes part of the auto-suck until siphoned of any humor, perspective or relevance. Simply put, "Bob" spuges this medium in a virtual Bukake head shot-fest of a Rushmore-like proportions. As the last of the "Rev's" lifeless sheet of vile partisan jism runs off Lincoln's chin, know that in "Bob's" world America is safe as long as she remains his ideological cum-slut. So key up and start jacking, the Rev has another load of bile to release. |
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