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January 23, 2008

So anyway


Sick of wankers, amateur psychoanalyists, obsessives, monomaniacs, chair legs and pot handles, each demanding personal attention, insisting that you give up time to address their particular idée fixe, and pointless and interminable arguments about pointless arguments in which participants repeat themselves endlessly in the belief that the 896th rehearsal of the same assertion will finally change the opinions of an unseen 'opponent'?

Yeah - me too.



Posted by hakmao at January 23, 2008 11:18 PM
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Voltaire's Panty Line is thick, vain, lacks any subtlety of interpretation, has had a personality bypass and is a cunt. The rest of them twats have the same stupid, dozy equivalent of HP's metrosexual commentators self obsession and self-satisfaction. Filth!

They also have the same kind of political complacency (happy to wallow in the shit filled swamp they have created). Enjoy your death (political and otherwise -- oh hang on -- they already have died politically) idiots and fools!

Spit. Spit again for good measure.

Posted by: Will at January 24, 2008 01:57 AM

What could you, possibly, be on about?

Moi?

Posted by: Jim Denham at January 24, 2008 02:32 AM

Don't be silly Jim - I would never (need to) say anything like that about you.

Posted by: hakmao at January 24, 2008 06:19 AM

When I occasionally wade through the on-line swamp to which you refer I sometimes have an urge to comment. At this point, and for the reasons you (and Mr Rubbish) articulate, I do something useful instead.

Posted by: SP at January 24, 2008 09:25 AM

P.S. my one exception to this has been to challenge the twats who have tried to tag Jim as a racist.

Posted by: SP at January 24, 2008 09:35 AM

There are many online swamps. I didn't have a specific site in mind, although will admit I was peeved by some card-carrying morons the other day.

Posted by: hakmao at January 24, 2008 03:31 PM

... such as cognitively defective individuals who interpreted the posting of the Norman Podhoretz video here, not as the invitation to point and laugh it was, but as a ringing endorsement of the twat.

My tolerance and good humour declines in inverse--and logarithmic--proportion to the number of times I am forced to restate first principles for the hard-of-attention, and the frequency with which I am told that I really meant 'pig' when there, in little ones and zeroes on the screen, I have written 'duck'.

Posted by: hakmao at January 24, 2008 05:54 PM