Unfortunately, I am shocked no more at what flows from the the masses..er..populists. Evil doer, indeed. Tut tut.
As we ponder our next move in the current war, ah, excuse me, our current disagreement with our distinguised opponent Mr. Bin Laden and his fine fellow freedom fighters of the Taliban.
It would be most useful to achieving our objectives if we were to invite Mr. Bin Laden and some of his distinguished cohorts from the Taliban to join us in some tea and capers over the weekend here in Boston or perhaps over in London, if it would be more convenient for our worth and distinguished opponents. I am certain we can get President Bush and Prime Minister Blair to join us so that we can hash out our differences in a civilized and constructive manner. If we are able to reach an agreement, ah, excuse me, compromise with the distinguished Mr. Bin Laden, then perhaps we could raise a toast together with some fine Irish single-malt whiskey. If Mr. Bin Laden and his fine and merry band of freedom fighters object to the use of, ahem, alcoholic libations, why then we can seal the deal with a fine cup of the Queen's finest tea instead. Ah, that would be most civilized indeed.
If not, I must wonder at the motivation behind the current feud. I have seen flame wars erupt on pre-existing threads, but I was not aware that one could start a thread for the sole purpose of making fun of the foibles of a fellow FReeper.
Of course, neither you nor I have ANY ridiculous traits, so we're safe. (Whew, that's a relief!)
If you admire them, can one could safely assume that you rank yourself with the traditional conservative? If so, why do you use a variant spelling of judgmental ie: judg e mental, rather than the universally accepted one.
Secondly, people make decisions constantly based on their judgment. It is a relatively recent phenomena that being judgmental is somehow wrong. "Non-judgmental" is a just another entry from the PC lexicon of catch phrases.
FReegards,
Oy Vey! It is vey judgemental, and worse, vey, vey impolite!
Or "our worthy bewhiskered adversary," or "that jolly turbaned fellow with whom we love to disagree" The latter could be shortened to "tjtfwwwltd" for ease of repeated reference.
The PC possibilites are endless.
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OFFICER KRUPKE(West Side Story)
ACTION: See, those cops, they believe everythin’ they read in the papers about us cruddy JD’s. So, that’s what we give ‘em … somethin’ to believe in.
SNOWBOY (as Officer Krupke): Hey, you!
ACTION: Who, me, Officer Krupke?
SNOWBOY: Yeah, you! Give me one good reason for not draggin’ you down to the stationhouse, ya punk!
ACTION: Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, ya gotta understand, it’s just our bringing-upke that gets us out of hand. Our mothers all are junkies, our fathers all are drunks: golly Moses, naturally we’re punks.
JETS: Gee, Officer Krupke, we’re very upset. We never had the love that every child ought to get. We ain’t no delinquents, we’re misunderstood. Deep down inside us there is good.
ACTION: There is good!
JETS: There is good, there is good, there is untapped good; like, inside the worst of us is good.
SNOWBOY: That’s a touchin’ good story.
ACTION: Let me tell it to the world!
SNOWBOY: Just tell it to the judge!
ACTION: Dear kindly Judge, Your Honor: my parents treat me rough. With all their marijuana, they won’t give me a puff. They didn’t want to have me, but somehow I was had: leapin’ lizards, that’s why I’m so bad.
JUDGE: Right! Officer Krupke, you’re really a square. This boy don’t need a judge, he needs an analyst’s care. It’s just his neuroses that ought to be curbed. He’s psychologically disturbed!
ACTION: I’m disturbed!
JETS: We’re disturbed, we’re disturbed, we’re the most disturbed; like, we’re psychologically disturbed!
JUDGE: Hear ye, hear ye: in the opinion of this court, this child is depraved on account he ain’t had a normal home.
ACTION: Hey, I’m depraved on account of I’m deprived!
JUDGE: So, take him to a head-shrinker.
ACTION: My daddy beats my mommy. My mommy clobbers me. My grandpa is a commie. My grandma pushes tea. My sister wears a moustache. My brother wears a dress. Goodness gracious, that’s why I’m a mess.
HEAD-SHRINKER: Yes! Officer Krupke, he shouldn’t be here. This boy don’t need a couch, he needs a useful career. Society’s played him a terrible trick, and, sociologically, he’s sick.
ACTION: I am sick!
JETS: We are sick, we are sick, we are sick sick sick; like, we’re sociologically sick!
HEAD-SHRINKER: In my opinion, this child does not need to have his head shrunk at all. Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease.
ACTION: Hey, I’ve got a social disease!
HEAD-SHRINKER: So take him to a social worker.
ACTION: Dear kindly social worker, they tell me get a job; like be a soda-jerker, which means like be a slob. It’s not I’m anti-social, I’m only anti-work; glorie-osky, that’s why I’m a jerk!
SOCIAL WORKER: Yechh! Officer Krupke, you’ve done it again! This boy don’t need a job, he needs a year in the pen. It ain’t just a question of misunderstood: deep down inside him, he’s no good!
ACTION: I’m no good!
JETS: We’re no good, we’re no good, we’re no earthly good; like the best of us is no damn good!
JUDGE: The trouble is he’s lazy!
HEAD-SHRINKER: The trouble is he drinks!
SOCIAL WORKER: The trouble is he’s crazy!
JUDGE: The trouble is he stinks!
HEAD-SHRINKER: The trouble is he’s growing!
SOCIAL WORKER: The trouble is he’s grown!
ALL: Krupke, we’ve got troubles of our own!
JETS: Officer Krupke, we’re down on our knees …
ACTION: … ‘cause no one wants a fella with a social disease!
JETS: Hey, Officer Krupke, what are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke, krup you!
Cordially,
It is "Excessively Judgemental." It is also true.
Let me see, you love Howard Stern and hate Dr. Laura with a passion, and you want us to buy that you liked Bush beause he was a "traditional conservative". Let me just LOL....
PJ-Comix - I assume I may place you in the category of "those who detest pomposity."