Posted on 09/12/2009 7:55:44 PM PDT by B-Chan
As a snob, I have little use for the typical NASCAR-watching, foam-hat-wearing, tract-house-dwelling American lump. I find such people to be boorish, clownish, and largely incapable of rational thought.
And the upper crust of the Republican Party feels the same way that I do. They detest the average American.
However, at least I’m not going around pretending to be a friend of the common man. I’m open about my better-than-thou attitude, which is one of the many reasons you will never see me running for any political office. The same can’t be said for the typical GOP “representative”. He or she lies about his or her feelings towards the people who elect them. Republican politicians pretend that they are “just plain folks”, working for the best interests of the average truck-drivin’, bass-fishin’, wage-earnin’ Sam and Susie, when in reality most of them are the same slimeball car dealers, bank managers, and lawyers who make their livings ripping Sam and Susie off.
Attention, Walmart shoppers: if you ever want to have any real political power, you are going to have to quit voting for the Republican Party. You are going to have to elect someone like yourselves — a dumb, snake-handling hick with a smooth line of BS and enough native animal cunning to take the Smart Guys on and win. You need a combination of Larry the Cable Guy and John Dillinger, some guy who drinks Lite beer, has eight kids by six mothers, and can fix a truck while drunk. You need Lester, Leroy, Lonnie, or Bubba up there in Congress.
Of course, if this happens, the Average Joes will just turn the country into a larger version of the trailer parks they all come from, but I’d rather see them ruin things in their smelly, grotesque, all-too-human way than watch America engineered into a gulag by a bunch of pseudo-intellectual affirmative action cases and the hyper-rich cyborg capitalist slime who pull their strings.
Only the raw, unwashed force of White Trash can destroy the two-party structure that runs America. As a card-carrying snob, I exhort the average American to seize the reins of power. Rise from your fetid, piss-reeking, crumb-encrusted living room couches, Walmart shoppers, and smash the state!
I won't argue with you on that point.
He’s a guy who has an imagination similiar to yours, B-Chans.
Hate, or anger, is written all over your posts.
But, I’m not going to play your game.
You just want to fight someone.
I’m not going to help you in that area.
Nite.
I’ve never heard of “Barney Franks”.
Hatred and anger are two entirely different things. Our Lord was often angry, but never hateful.
And I don’t want to fight anyone. All I did was express my opinion. You are free to disagree with it if you wish.
Please note that I neither called you names nor made any personal attack upon you. You did both to me. If there’s been any anger or hatred expressed in this thread, it wasn’t expressed by me.
I will not note anything like that. You personally attacked me by posting this vile thread.
Don’t you ever...EVER...bring our Lord into anything you do.
You have free will...you do what you do because of that.
You started this thread...anger and hatred are all over it.
You didn’t argue that you are vile, probably because you don’t have a defense against that charge.
You started this thread because you are angry, and you wanted a fight.
I’m not going to engage you anymore.
You are offensive to me.
Good night, and good bye.
You just cain't quit us, can you B-Chan?
Make peace with yourself. Embrace your own inner Bubba. Texas doesn't need any more self-hating, projecting, pretentious mockers, and that's all you're perceived as being, try as you might.
Plenty of them are streaming in from California, so maybe you've at long last found company in your drama queen misery. Watch your state turn purple, as I have mine. Perhaps, then, you'll come around and learn to appreciate the finer points of those people.
Or, perhaps not. You're a fairly hardheaded example, from what I've seen over the past several years here.
The writer was “in” about 1968 - ticky tacky little houses and all - but today? He’s as out of date as a leisure suit - what a yawn of a post.
PWT Ping! :-)
Interesting that you recognize this. Not sure where you got everything else but when ever this info got near you, you got it right. It is not really difficult. It becomes academic when one applies the full “tool kit”. All one has to apply is item C-1 of BIBLICAL RESEARCH PRINCIPALS which is:
C-1
“The word or words must be understood in light of their biblical usage, not current, keeping in mind all Orientalisms, Customs, and Mannerisms of the culture from which it came”.
“not a nice guy”?...
A matter of perception don't you think? Because of the truth, “No man can go any further than what he's taught”, what “nice” winds up to be defined as by the observer is based on what is relatively transient, wide open to interpretation. Christ was ALWAYS nice because he spoke the truth. Man's perception of truth is entirely a different matter. Better to allow the “rule book” to again define what is “nice”, agree with it, then go from there.
On a side note:
If the use of the ball bat from the eagle's perch was out of line, then a retraction is warranted. (Me thinks it was warranted) But bottom line, because I hate being on the receiving end of BS and getting its crap results, it is for that same reason I don't dish out BS either. From me you get it straight. I hate lies and liars. Don't care what color, race, religion, or backwards collar they wear.
Christ was not all about the "brick wall". I'm sure you know that. That said, yes there are times when the ball bat of truth hits you on the head. Truth is, I never saw a man come to the light with a ball bat over his head.
This man is grudgingly admitting that the government we have is corrupt and arrogant.
95% sweetness and light, 5% brick wall. Lighten up Francis.
As you no doubt know, the Truth is rarely “nice”.
WTF?
Neither are elistist assholes like yourself.
Right you are!
LOL PRICELESS!!!
Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
James Dickey was an outrageous alcoholic and an egomaniac, born to wealth. Haunted by insecurity after a pampered and effeminate youth, Dickey reinvented himself as the child of hillbillies - one of the many lies he told about himself. His North Georgia relatives were actually large landowners, whose past holding included a considerable number of pistachio farms over in Iran.
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