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Someone send this stilted frothing sycophant the link. I want him to stand stark in the nomadic plains of his twisted liberal demagoguery, as his credibility is blasted from the bone like rust from the overpass. His argument is that of the hydrocephalic cur dueling his own tail (and succumbing). His prose puckers all sensibility like literary alum. The lengths of his fallacious leaps in logic stump grizzled civil engineers and bespectacled physicists who would seek to bridge the gap. In Tibet, he would be magnified by the pilgrims and elevated by the Lama for having achieved an unprecedented state of mental perfection through the elimination of all rational thought.
Ta, tweedles.
Dr. Deth said:
"Someone send this stilted frothing sycophant the link. I want him to stand stark in the nomadic plains of his twisted liberal demagoguery, as his credibility is blasted from the bone like rust from the overpass. His argument is that of the hydrocephalic cur dueling his own tail (and succumbing). His prose puckers all sensibility like literary alum. The lengths of his fallacious leaps in logic stump grizzled civil engineers and bespectacled physicists who would seek to bridge the gap. In Tibet, he would be magnified by the pilgrims and elevated by the Lama for having achieved an unprecedented state of mental perfection through the elimination of all rational thought."
Excellent!!!. Reminds me of William Cowper Brann who would have said that this man's soul would rattle the inside of a mustard seed like birdshot in a #10 washtub.
His reasoning makes as much sense as the net product of nothing, the cube root of a vacumn, a hiatus in a hole. He is a bumptious pismire who imagines that his little head constitutes the intellectual cosmos. A man who couldn’t tell a fundamental principle from his funny bone. He may be a law abiding citizen, but the souls of ten thousand such men, if separated from their Gall, might play hide and seek on the surface of a copper penny for a hundred years and never find each other.
There are three kinds of liars at large in the land. The harmless Munchausen who romances for amusement, and whose falsehoods do no harm; the Machiavellian liar, whose mendacity bears the stamp of original genius, and the stupid prevaricator, who eschews the fetid vomit of other villains simply because he lacks a fecund brain to breed falsehoods to which he can play the father. ... He lies fluently, even entertainingly, but not consistently.
He is completely lost in a fog of his own making. Stuck in the bogs of brainless bigotry.
He is a a pestiferous pismire, a putty headed pedagogue, a mental microbe, a fiendish wolf of fanatacism.
He will be swept by the broom of Time into the rubbish heap of intellectual trash.
You misspelled "the" in your summation. It should read "Thuh eyund."
Proceed.
Aw, come on, tell us what you really think....