Congratulations to the WillyT primitive, for being selected for the franksolich, which is given a primitive who wasn’t nominated or selected for Top DUmmiehood, but who should’ve been.
WillyT, who’s posted on both Skins’s island and Manny’s message board as “WillyT,” is 61, almost 62, years old, and lives in Sacramento, California, where he’s a file clerk for that state government. It should be no wonder California has severe budgetary problems, considering that the state pays a broad-bottomed desk-sitting file clerk a whooping $39,000 a year for what’s essentially a $12,000-a-year job anywhere else.
WillyT was the leader of the gimme crowd on Skins’s island, those supporting the old sourassed sourpuss Methuselah for the Democrat nomination for president this past year. Skins finally came to his senses and expelled him, after which WillyT crawled over to Manny’s message board.
I’m not sure, but it’s possible WillyT happens to be a member of a politically-correct racial group, but don’t quote me on that. He’s rather uppity, too; members of Manny’s message board have had get-togethers right in WillyT’s own neighborhood, but WillyT won’t attend them because the company’s not his level, his caliber of people.
WillyT hangs only with the big dudes in state gov.
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WillyT’s old enough to remember—all too well—the plight of the Democrats and the Democrat party during the Reagan-Bush years, when the party was laid flatter than a toad that’s been stepped on.
Of course, the past years under the soon-to-leave president, it’s been far far worse…..
In 1992, it looked as if the Democrats were permanently locked into minority status when the ambitious Messalina Agrippina ran her husband for the White House, which the Democrats won, although only narrowly.
But they won it anyway, and Messalina Agrippina wasted no time in giving away things to people who’d stuck with them through the difficult years. Over the next several years, Democrats, liberals, and primitives were given things they’d thought were out of their reach forever—unlimited abortions, extravagant social services, preferential treatment for groups sympathetic to the Democrat party, an erosion of the rule of law, the introduction of elitism and cronyism into government and politics.
The last-mentioned particularly affected WillyT who even back then had been a file clerk since, since wll, forever; twenty years ago, he was paid whatever he was worth, but with being a governmental bureaucrat suddenly became cool, hip, trendy, with it, over time he got to where he is today, paid about three times what his “labor”’s worth.
All because of Messalina Agrippina.
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She shouldn’t have bothered, considering all the nongratitude she got for it.
Just as franksolich was getting all geared up to write the Top DUmmie awards, I began reading
An American Melodrama: The Presidential Campaign of 1968 (by three journalists from England; 1969, New York: Viking Press), an enticing-looking tome 800 pages long, but I could barely get past the first fifty pages before I got vomitous, and tossed it into the trash.
The book at first gives with a description of the nascent campaign of Senator Eugene McCarthy (D-Minnesota) against the incumbent president Lyndon Johnson. I went no further than that, knowing what was coming up later; the campaign of Senator Robert Kennedy (D-New York) with the same objective.
I was just a kid then, but old enough and observant enough to see that while the college-aged supporters of the senator from Minnesota were jerks and asses, the college-aged supporters of the senator from New York were even more so.
All of my older brothers and sisters had been among their numbers, for both candidates, and this marked about the time I began to loathe and detest them for their Democrat, liberal, primitive, and hippie values; values that led them into becoming decadently materialistic, shortening their lives.
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I’d never been fond of Lyndon Johnson, being a Republican since birth, but the last couple years of his presidency, or four years of his life, appalled at the way people to whom he’d given them much treated him, I became increasingly sympathetic to him.
I even cried, long and luxuriant tears of sorrow, when the poor man died.
I believe Lyndon Johnson was my first illumination about how “no good deed goes unpunished.”
It’s true that Lyndon Johnson was charitable on the backs of other people, not his own; he gave away other people’s, not his, money. Of course, the same thing can be said about Vast Teddy Kennedy, Barack 0bama, Messalina Agrippina, &c., &c., &c. Democrats, liberals, and primitives tend to be very good at two things; giving away other people’s money and keeping their own.
The man, as president, had given the poor, the old, the young, the minorities, more than any president had ever given them, but the more he gave them, the more they seemed to hate him.
I was only ten years old when I realized there’s just some people in this world not worth being nice to; probably if Lyndon Johnson had learned that lesson by the age of fifty, his presidency might have been remembered with warmth and gratitude, those whom he’d aided and succored praising his name.
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And hence WillyT in 2016, who turned on she who gave him so much.
I’m pretty sure there comes a time when the Ungrateful suffer for their ingratitude, and so if I were the WillyT primitive, I’d be cowering and sweating in abject terror.
Sic semper amentibus, thus the fate of idiots and assholes.
Last Up: the big one, the Top DUmmie of 2016