A “little chicken” who runs away from a totalitarian-tending demagogue to a tiny country under constant threat of terrorism and attack. The party of totalitarian demagoguery is back in power. I am a lousy shot, physically unfit to wage a shooting war, but I can be of use here, where I can’t be extradited and prosecuted for using my keyboard.
Join Alcoholics Anonymous, Humble. Twelve steps. Your enemy is the Dems and the invaders from the South. Do something besides playing that one-string violin of yours against me. It’s a boring tune, and you got the fingering all wrong.
Self-imposed victimhood. Brilliant.
Do something besides playing that one-string violin of yours against me.
Don't flatter yourself.
There are loads of self-important wankers I like to toss asparagus at.