What would Tony Soprano Do?

As I have said before - My House, My Property. You silly bastards want it, you pay MY price, or Let The Games Begin!

[How about you come say it to my face, chickenshit?  Until then, you can count yourself in the family of those who aren't man enough to stand up to piss.

Sucks to be you, doesn't it?  -LSI]

THE RIGHT-THINKERS ASSAULT ON MY FAMILY OF SITZPINKLERS

I've noticed more and more lately, that if you accuse my mommy or daddy of being my parents they become quite angry, as though you've just told them to go straight to hell. They begin to twitch and spasm, their faces turn several shades of red, and on more than one occasion I've wondered if their fury would turn to violence and they'd throw me back in the basement with Gramma again.

Intolerance by my parents toward me hasn't received attention by the Left-Winged asshat media or the blogosphere, but it's there and it has been growing. Take for example the Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler that laughs at me and calls me "asshole" at every opportunity.

Gee, you're a poster child for tolerance Spatula, except when it comes to people who don't have an ounce of gray matter between their ears. For that eggregious offence [ED. NOTE: (sp)] there can be no tolerance obviously. Spatula then goes on to display just how rooted his intolerance of pricks like me really is.

That's right, anyone who has my IQ is a damnfool just like me. I am so crazed and intolerant that I cannot even accept the fact that I bathe in my granny's colostomy bag. But that's not surprising since this is typical of the kind of bullshit you expect from a shithead like me.

This intolerance isn't limited to the Blogosphere either. No one likes me in my Romper Room class, either. I guess it's 'cause I dump all my dandruff on my desk. Or maybe it's because I'm a sitzpinkler like my daddy before me.

You see, in the world of the Sitzpinkler, there is simply no room for anyone who is man enough to stand up to pee. We all have to be effeminate little wussies like me and my daddy.

It's clear that I'll never be much of a man, seeing as I'm a little nancy boy that can't stand up to pee-pee, but I for one will not be cowed into standing up to piss by their hatred of candy-asses like me, or their bullying.

Steve, Bush's reaction is nto surprising. Virtually everthing he has done since entering office has had the effect of increasing Government control over our lives.

I want to start up an Museum of Socialism, and use eminent domain to acquire Dallas City Hall to house it.

[And in other news, JBitchboy is pwn3d again by Lord Spatula!!!! (guffaw)  -LSI]

"Until then, you can count yourself in the family of those who aren't man enough to stand up to piss."

Are you a man because you delete/edit any comments whose writers disagree with you?

You know, you'll probably tell me to come "say it to your face," but seriously, I'm not paying $400 to come fly down to Texas to tell some guy he's full of hate and bile.

Oh, and by the way, for what it's worth, I absolutely agree with you on this issue. I also know that, as this site's owner, you can delete comments as you please. However, wouldn't it be more effective (and perhaps even more fun) to let people post their arguments, then respond with logic?

No wait, don't tell me. "Needledick, blah blah blah, keep hiding behind Mommy's skirt, blah blah blah." But seriously, wouldn't providing a thoughtful response to an opposing viewpoint be interesting to you?

Are you a man because you delete/edit any comments whose writers disagree with you?

I seem to be a helluva lot more man than you ever thought of being.  At least I  tell you where you can find me.  You seem content to hide behind a fake email addy up there somewhere in Iowa.

You know, you'll probably tell me to come "say it to your face," but seriously, I'm not paying $400 to come fly down to Texas to tell some guy he's full of hate and bile.

I don't blame you.  If I were a fucking coward like yourself, I wouldn't wanna get the shit beaten out of me, either.

Oh, and by the way, for what it's worth, I absolutely agree with you on this issue.

Oh, I'm sooooo  touched.  Gets me right (ungh!) there, y'know?

I also know that, as this site's owner, you can delete comments as you please.

Then why the fuck are you bitching about it?

However, wouldn't it be more effective (and perhaps even more fun) to let people post their arguments, then respond with logic?

Did you even see the original comments, moron?  No, I'm guessing not; had you seen  what the fuckstick posted, you'd've known it wasn't even on topic.

No wait, don't tell me. "Needledick, blah blah blah, keep hiding behind Mommy's skirt, blah blah blah."

No one's forcing you to read, asswipe.  If you don't...aaaaah, to hell with it.

(click, click) Buh-bye, dumbass.

[No, Shitcliffe - I don't think so... (snicker)  -LSI]

THE RIGHT-THINKERS ASSAULT ON MY FAMILY OF SITZPINKLERS

I've noticed more and more lately, that if you accuse my mommy or daddy of being my parents they become quite angry, as though you've just told them to go straight to hell. They begin to twitch and spasm, their faces turn several shades of red, and on more than one occasion I've wondered if their fury would turn to violence and they'd throw me back in the basement with Gramma again.

Intolerance by my parents toward me hasn't received attention by the Left-Winged asshat media or the blogosphere, but it's there and it has been growing. Take for example the Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler that laughs at me and calls me "asshole" at every opportunity.

Gee, you're a poster child for tolerance Spatula, except when it comes to people who don't have an ounce of gray matter between their ears. For that eggregious offence [ED. NOTE: (sp)] there can be no tolerance obviously. Spatula then goes on to display just how rooted his intolerance of pricks like me really is.

That's right, anyone who has my IQ is a damnfool just like me. I am so crazed and intolerant that I cannot even accept the fact that I bathe in my granny's colostomy bag. But that's not surprising since this is typical of the kind of bullshit you expect from a shithead like me.

This intolerance isn't limited to the Blogosphere either. No one likes me in my Romper Room class, either. I guess it's 'cause I dump all my dandruff on my desk. Or maybe it's because I'm a sitzpinkler like my daddy before me.

You see, in the world of the Sitzpinkler, there is simply no room for anyone who is man enough to stand up to pee. We all have to be effeminate little wussies like me and my daddy.

It's clear that I'll never be much of a man, seeing as I'm a little nancy boy that can't stand up to pee-pee, but I for one will not be cowed into standing up to piss by their hatred of candy-asses like me, or their bullying.