Fvck you, commy. You ain't getting by with that one. I am calling bulls!t on you for this middle of the road thing you like to play.
The double yellow is a convenient place to be for one who wants to be perceived as neutral, hopping back and forth as traffic dictates. Your tap dancing opossum just went splat.
Sometimes you like to play along with a bit of ya, me too but the stench you can't hide. You're a Libtard, commy and a Canadian one at that. Geesh, can't you find a bingo hall up there to terrorize? Why bother hanging around here? Retired American professor gone north? What gives? Jimmeh Said a long time ago,
a long time ago that all you panty wetters could come home. Didn't you get the memo?
Of course you realize the Cave is full of people who are good sports. You wouldn't be here otherwise. Common courtesy and fair play. You know that doesn't exist on the island so you came here. Yes, you do know that is true. Keep telling yourself you came here as a crusader, a kamikaze or whatever. You know in your heart you came here with a longing to connect with yourself. That inner voice that the mods on the island would not tolerate. Crying at the stars to be free. Nobody there heard you. Like a wounded soldier lying there in the mud and darkness and smoke, with the enemy all around, you knew you could not cry out with your true heart. That would mean a swift tombstone, this you knew. Yet you held onto that cool soothing granite, that which is the mother's tit on the island, pawned off as nurturing sustenance but really just a sapping emptiness.
I see you, commy. I know who you are. A soul verily crying out in peril yet held to the grief which consumes you.
Oh, the drama.
You haven't quite ripened yet but you're plumping, almost there. Fighting your inner demons. Well, O.K. not so much, still mindlessly in limbo but in your heart you know it is coming. Yes, that. The epiphany. The point where your gut turns to truth and righteousness in the world and you can openly admit you are conservative to your very core. The point where you stop defending such things as sloth, theft and felony in the name of some charlatan's cause and begin to exercise your own gray matter.
I can sense it, you're feeling a little bit of throw up in the back of your throat right now because you know I'm right.
So, to close, wishing you and yours all the best but please do go fvck yourself on the way out, just in case you're still an unabashed kamikaze on a mission and do lose the pretentiousness and grow up.
Otherwise, WELCOME TO THE REAL CONSERVATIVE YOU! Just like moving out of your parent's basement for the first time (assuming you already have).
Leave the darkside behind, commy. Trust your heart.
(No bitchslaps, just an open invitation)
