Those whom the gods wish to destroy they first make mad. —Euripides
I’ve taken the liberty of looking up fares for one-way flights to Australia for you. You’ll be leaving tomorrow out of Newark and landing in Sydney. I chose Sydney for its reputation for tolerance of alternative lifestyles. You should fit right in. Have a nice life in your new country.
Search for airline ticket out of the country: free. One-way ticket to Australia: $1305. Getting rid of another rightwingnut: priceless.
http://www.expedia.com/pub/agent.dll?qscr=fexp&flag=f&city1=New+York,+NY+(NYC-All+Airports)&date1=10/11/2005&time1=362&cAdu=1&cSen=0&citd1=Sydney,+N.S.W.,+Australia+(SYD-All+Airports)&date2=mm/dd/yy&time2=362&tktt=&trpt=1&load=1&shps=1&rfrr=-7381&&zz=1128964944843&
(You look old in your pic, so remember to click ‘senior fare’)
Rummy: —Relax ... Relax ... Juuussst Relaaxxxx ....
NOW! YANK YOUR THUMB OUT OF YOU ASS!
Keep posting—you’ll get lot’s of practice!
Oink, your knowledge of pulling things out of your ass is exemplary. You must post a lot on this site.
Rummy: You’re not up to your usual standard! ( )
I get lotsa practice, instructing FNG’s who are unarmed in a battle of wits.
Oh, damn, the drive-bys are now signing up to do it. Then he picks on our token liberal progressive.
Shows to go you how much he read before posting.
OCM: The 3rd on your list but with more colorful use of metaphor.
In VNam FNGs were only marginally less dangerous than the enemy.
Oooooh! We have another fly-by-night wingnut attempting to bad-mouth me! Poor widdle me! He hurt my feewings! I tink I’m gonna cry!
Ok, Ok. You can all stop rolling on the floor now.
Dear DonRumsfeld,
Feel free to kiss my royal white ass, pissant! Now go back to your room and try to act like you got a damned brain, asshat!
Sincerely,
Skipper
NEWS FLASH TO CREW: DonRumsfeld has been traced back to Cherry Hill, New Jersey. Don’t bother wasting your breath on an East Coast Liberal Wingnut. Typical Leftist, all he has to contribute is name-calling and bull ! Let him rant and foam at the mouth but don’t expect anything intelligent to come from his oxygen-deprived brain. I say oxygen-deprived because it’s obvious his head is about five feet up Micahel Moore’s ass.
A little rough, Cap’n SIR!? Maybe we lost a potential recruit ...
On another Subject, a posting of mine, which I am to lazy to look up, I misspoke. I should have used the language of final overdue notice letters: “I was regrettably forced .. to rip him a new one.”
NEWS FLASH TO CREW, PART II: As for DogNut (the whacko in the previous posts) would any of you be surprised to learn I have traced his location to ... San Francisco? Me neither!
Recruit? Shee-it, Oink! If I wanted a fucking dog-robber around here I’d get one of the really good ones from Democratic Underwear. DonRumsfeld ain’t shown me he has shit-fer-brains yet. He’d have to raise his IQ by 50 points just to reach SFB Level.
I’d better rest a bit. 1. what ‘recruit”? Oh, yea. 2. Had to think what a dog-robber was. 3. I thought you meant the real Rumsfeld 4. I’m still wondering if Democratic Underwear isn’t the kind with a sachet of in it due to fear…
Skipper, your sick, pathetic whining gives aid and comfort to the terrorists and kills unborn babies. Stop your treasonous drivel. I hope you have your bags packed. Your plane leaves in a few hours.
Don Rumsfeld
PS Tell the Professor I said hello.
“Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful trip.
That started from this tropic port,
aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty sailin’ man,
the skipper brave and sure.
Five passengers set sail that day,
for a three hour tour, a three hour tour………
The weather started getting rough,
the tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew,
the Minnow would be lost; the Minnow would be lost.
The ship took ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle,
with Bobf, the Skipper too,
the Oldcatman, and Oink his Wife,
the treasonous idiots,
here on Wingnut Isle.
So this is the tale of our castaways,
they’re here for a long, long time.
They’ll have to make the best of things,
it’s an uphill climb.
The first mate and his skipper too,
will do their very best,
to make the others comfortable,
in the tropic island nest.
No phones, no lights, no motor cars,
not a single luxury.
Like Robinson Crusoe,
it’s primitive as can be.
So join us here each week my friend,
you’re sure to get a smile.
From seven stranded Castaways,
Here on Wingnut Isle.
Thank you, RumDumb, I’ve heard the phrase “loser asshole” for years, but until this very moment, I never realized what it meant.
If you knew how long the Gilligan’s Island gag has been knocked around here on BMEWS, you might have a moment of self-realization and commit suicide.
I’m surprised that you can follow something as complicated as that show!
OINK: Give him time. He’ll catch up eventually. Leftists like him are always a day late and a dollar short. The poor little brain-damaged pissant thinks he can talk to intelligent people without giving the appearance of idiocy. He failed. Badly.
DONRUM: I have a clue behind Door #3 I’ll sell you. Only $1. Going fast!
If you’re a rookie on BMEWS don’t drop the ball or you’ve just lost it to the 1991 Chicago Bulls. Special consideration is given to the feeble & befuddled like OCM . So Rummy, why not start over? Fresh! You can even keep your name, which is kind of neat. The Skipper is the Master of Billingsgate. I prefer the rapier. OUR MOTTO: It’s never too late to have a happy childhood. to all
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