Congratulations to DainBramaged, who attained #04 Top DUmmie of 2011, moving up from #07 in 2010, his first and only other appearance in the top primitives.
Over the course of the year, decent and civilized people became better acquainted with the brain-damaged primitive, who revealed himself to be a single guy, aged 58-59 years, 5’10â€, and circa 240 pounds. Probably some carbuncles and haemerrhoids. Eyeglasses. A perpetually-sour grimace in his mien.
He also revealed that he lives in the reddest county of New Jersey—probably finds the cost of living, and taxes, lower there, plus less corruption and crime and violence, for which he should be grateful but perversely isn’t.
The brain-damaged primitive is an independent “businessman,†running some sort of internet web-site out of his home dealing with the automotive industry. I dunno in what respect, only that his bonfires on Skins’s island betray that he does in fact know something about the motor vehicle business.
But beginning January 3, 2007, business, whatever its nature, started declining and has slipped precipitously since January 20, 2009; the brain-damaged primitive, once prosperous, is now living pretty close to the edge. One wonders who’s to blame for this.
DainBramage alleges himself to actually and truly be brain-damaged, ostensibly as a result of professional medical removal of sections of that organ within him. As a result, some decent and civilized people, feeling sorry for him, are hesitant to say anything bad (“bad†= “accurateâ€) about him, but they shouldn’t be.
There’s plenty of brain-damaged people who conduct themselves with civility and courtesy.
And maturity.
I, personally, lost all respect and esteem in which I had held the brain-damaged primitive the morning I hung around Skins’s island, and saw him use “woggies.†The term seemed an endearing one, and it took me a while to figure out he was referring to…..dogs.
This guy likes dogs—nothing wrong with that; we all do—but my eyes grew as big as saucers when seeing his comments on the matter, all this baby-talk used by someone who should’ve abandoned baby-talk like, 55 years ago. He makes the adult male race look bad, using stupid baby-talk.
It later developed that he also refers to cats, felines, as “kitties.â€
Talk about a lack of respect for our four-legged friends.
The brain-damaged primitive is giving the 60-year-old defrocked warped primitive, with a face like Hindenburg’s, a run for first place in her own use of baby-talk, especially in regards to items of food and the main food-absorbing organ.
One’s not compelled to feel sorry for a near-senior-citizen guy using baby-talk.