Frankly, ma'am, you're the weakest of the FReepers trying to rip into me here. You're a yappy little lap dog; plenty of racket, but not enough meat to make up a half a small pulled pork sandwich.
The best part is it seems that my comments about the quality of your writing seem to have stung you the most. Pray tell me, you didn't honestly have aspirations to write for your rent money, did you?
I’m still waiting to see your offerings on The New York Slimes Best Seller List.
Trying ? You were humiliated, like how the Giants humiliated the Patriots in the Super Bowl.
You paleocons don’t get it, do you ? Once RuPaul fades into obscurity and becomes a meaningless footnote in American history, your five minutes are up. RuPaul was your last shot. Pitchfork Pat is too fat and happy with his gig at PMSNBC to do any further damage to the party.