Some of the uberkooks over at DU are certainly entertaining in their own way (much like watching the dove fly into the brick wall in Shrek 2). However, can we please be mindful that the vocabulary of the mental midgets over there is full of the f word and worse, and strive not to quote those words over here when quoting DU posts?
Yes yes yes... thank you. It can't be said enough.
DU posts are not allowed in this forum.
I recognize that after a victory such as W2 it's fun to watch them squirm, but as a rule, we should not cut and paste, cross link or otherwise promote "liberaldrivel.blah" in this fine conservative forum.
I agree about the language. It really bugs me to be reading along and have to wade through trash talk, explicit sexual innuendos, trash gay descriptive language. Each and every time I see it, I think of "what if one of my friends came here and saw that after I had mentioned FR?".
I would be embarrassed. There is so much good here - why cheapen it all by throwing all in the gutter?
Frankly as much time as I spend here, I prefer a professional respectable place. So, when I run across this stuff - I hit the abuse button and let the moderators decide it if is worthy of FR or not.
Those that choose to use trash language must accept that others choose to use the abuse button.
They are rather fun...in a sick demented way. I thought of sharing this one but I didn't want to start another vanity. These people really are crazy...
Sat Nov-06-04 07:29 AM
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For 2 whole days, I layed in the corner drooling & making weird sounds
Edited on Sat Nov-06-04 08:11 AM by mopaul
When I awoke very early Wednesday morning, I remember making coffee and sitting down with a cup at the computer machine....then, everything turned bright white, then completely black. I felt a dull thud, and heard a sound like a pumpkin smashing against a side of beef.
Every few hours, I would drift back into lucidity, just long enough to realize I was laying in the corner of the living room with spittle running down my cheek and into a large puddle at my chin. and I could hear a weird voice off in the distance. I later realized it was my own voice, but I didn't hear words, only groans and occasional burps.
One time when I blurred back into almost consciousness, I saw my dear wife, Mrs. Paul, over at the edge of the room, but she looked like she was 20 miles away, and I remember that the sensation of time passing had vanished, and I seemed to be locked in a ripple between time and space.
I got the vague blurred impression that I was curled up in the fetal position, and I could see a dust bunny in the corner in great detail, but I knew that dust bunnies didn't talk, as this one did. It kept echoing a phrase or mantra that I couldn't quite make out...'mandate'...'exit polls'....'massive turnout'...'4 more beers, 4 more beers'.....then the silence of the grave.
Then, I began to regret that I hadn't just died, and I felt hot as hell, but shivering like a naked man in antarctica, sweating and trembling violently. I remember dear Mrs. Paul applying a wet towel to my forehead and saying sweet comforting things to me, and I remember she looked like an angel, wings and all. for a while, it looked like I might pull through.
But then, the fever dreams began, and I descended into hell, headfirst. I saw all the souls of all the disenfranchised voters in a lake of burning sulpher and I heard their terrible lamentations, and I remember wishing that I'd never been born with ears, or eyes to see their awful suffering.
Deeper, and deeper I fell into the stygian abyss, and I saw off in the distance what looked like a fiery throne, and it came into view and I could not close my offended eyes or rip them out and I saw the beast of stolen elections in all his bloody glory and I grew sore afraid.
'O Democratic God of justice, why hast thou forsaken me?' I wailed.
'Why must I look upon this horror of the ages with my mortal eyes?'
But I heard no reply to my plea, and no relief for my suffering soul, and I had no cool drink of salvation to quench my damned tongue, and no succor from my candidate.
After this I felt only blackness, cold and empty, where no shadows ever lived because no light had ever shone there. My eyes were open, as I later discovered, but I layed there like a dead man for the last hours of thursday night, stinking, burping, and generally bringing shame to my entire family.
Slowly, I began to recover from my affliction, my eyes cleared and my head too, but it still felt like spiders had built webs in there.
I found the strength to make a pot of joe, and lurched back over to the computer machine. I stared at it for about two hours, motionless, finally grabbing the mouse and braced myself and faced the music. I started to comfort myself, and forget the awful ordeal I'd just been through and the portentous visions I'd had.
And now, I'm gradually regaining my strength and composure, I've showered, put on clean clothes and burned the old ones, and apologized to my wife and my neighbors in the apt. above me.
That's my story, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who's been down this same road of despair and redemption, and in that, I find solace and strength. Two days lost forever. Two whole days of my life taken, never to be redeemed. Two days of hell, to steel me on my quest for a satisfying election night. Someday, my prince, or princess will come
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