Post your shill/troll/sock puppet/false flag/double reverse psychology/etc. comments in this thread. It’ll really help the overall flow so the real people can have an actual conversation.
Thanks,
-RSB
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His supporters are crazy/seriously deluded.
Pols is in the bag.
I thought they were in the tank.
Either way, if they don’t promote this wonderful diary, maybe the greatest diary ever written at this blog, we’ll all know they are in the tank I mean bag I mean, big meanies!
I guess I had better ring the Progresstowardscommunismfromyourmomsbasementnow hotline!
All your comments are belong to us.
RSB, when did you first realize that you hate America? Was it before or after you stopped beating your wife?
Is it because you’ve hated America for so long you don’t even remember when you started? Did we catch you in the middle of stopping beating your wife again?
By now it is obvious to everyone that you have ALWAYS hated America, that you in fact have NOT stopped beating your wife, and are incapable of ever reforming your America-hating, wifebeating tendencies.
Cheetos! Your mom’s basement! Arr arr arrrr!
RSB only started hating America and beating his/her wife/husband AFTER Romanoff announced his candidacy.
of the classic poem, “The Hound of Polsterville,” is appropriate here:
With his nose in the crotch
Of his unlaundered briefs,
He picks up the scent
Of his own petty beef,
Yapping with glee,
He’s fast on the trail,
Of the dingleberry
Dangling beneath his own tail,
No purpose, no point,
No benefit sought,
This hound self-annointed
Himself only has caught.
For his nose is well browned
From a sun that don’t shine,
As he chases himself ’round,
And up his own ‘hind.