an open letter to MrScorpio
Hey dude. Sir.
Yeah, you with the funny-shaped head there.
We need to talk, dude.
You know, I don’t think either you or bravenak is smart enough to have written and sent that letter to her; it appears too carefully crafted and carried out to have been done by someone with an IQ less than Einstein’s.
And you on the other hand, dude, don’t think it could’ve been anybody from here—the DUmpster on conservativecave, the
Best/Worst of DU on conservativeunderground, the most-excellent
DUmmie Funnies on freerepublic, or by the friends of Steve Dawes—as ostensibly we’re not smart enough to pull off such a thing ourselves.
I think you’re making a mistake, dude, in writing off such a big slate of potential culprits, but that’s the way you think—that people you don’t like are stupider than you are—and as God knows, dude, I can’t do a damned thing about unpetrifying, unfossilizing, your cerebral resources.
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So…..by mutual agreement, we’ve written off you, dude, and bravenak, and everybody on this side of the aisle, leaving only primitives.
But which one?
I think it’d be good for you to check into Skippy, the former NYC_SKP primitive; it’s true he’s no longer on Skins’s island, but that doesn’t mean he’s not out there, creating mischief.
And Skippy, besides having the cerebral resources to do such a thing—unlike you and me, dude, the guy can actually build a nuclear bomb from scratch—certainly has a motive to wreak havoc and confusion on Skins’s island.
As you might, or might not, recall, dude, Skippy was justly expelled from Skins’s island for pretending to know more about what’s good for the Democrat party, than professional Democrats do.
The guy didn’t know his place,
Since then, he’s been sulking in the shadows, lusting for a chance to “get back†at Skins and the professional Democrats.
And what better way, than by creating dissension and disorder on Skins’s island?
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And Skippy’s good pal Big Mo, the mopinko primitive, has been absent from Skins’s island for a while, suggesting the two of them are
tete-a-teting somewhere.
You might insist, dude, that Skippy lives in an affluent nearly-all-white area of California, and the letter was mailed to bravenak from St. Peterburg, Florida, way across the country.
That doesn’t mean shit, dude, if one remembers something. Skippy’s in one of these plum desk-sitting governmental bureaucratic jobs where one gets to travel around…..first class, and on the taxpayers’ dime.
I have no doubt he even managed to sneak the cost of the postage stamp onto his no-limits expense account.
You need to look at Skippy, dude.
And of course it all goes without saying, the fate of primitives who don’t heed what franksolich says.
