65:
Did you go to law school? We were taught at the University of Frivolous Lawsuits School of Law that one of the best defensive tacts to take on behalf of your client is to label the other side what your client is and to go on the offensive. You are the master of that.
You couldn't and wouldn't know an original idea if it hit you over the head. You are too busy goose-stepping, getting in line, and conforming to the Chevrolet, mom, God, apple pie, Ozzie Nelson way of life to notice that it is you, my southern fried friend, that is incapable of having an original thought.
As you said, I said it before and I'll say it again, MY VIEW, so that you may remember it on our fearless leaders is that the system is broken. UNTIL CAMPAIGN FINANCE REFORM IS IN EFFECT, BOTH SIDES, WHEN THEY REACH LEADERSHIP POSITIONS IN THIS COUNTRY ARE SO BOUGHT AND SOLD THAT THE CANNOT BE, AS YOU WOULD SAY, MORAL, COURAGEOUS AND HONEST LEADERS. There, understand now you lame brain.
I can't remember if it was you or that other spire from your most lamest state that was supporting the Master Crook of them all, The Honorable Mitch McConnell. I think it was you. And wasnt it you who said, in support of one of the worst human beings ever to walk this planet, that he takes care of those who elected him. Sounds real moral, courageous and honest to me. Yeah we need more Mitch McConnels. Gotta keep the United States of Corporate America on top.
Then again your from the state that ranks somewhere between 48th and 50th in education. The content of your posts is beginning to support my position that you are a product of the wonderful educational system down there in the Commonwealth. Cum in my pants? Raging hard-on? Didn't we cover this before. No, that was fat daddy cool with the sexual issues. You guys related? Is he your cousin?
No, 65, I get a rise outta some half-brained, conforming billy like you responding to one of my posts by saying "I wanna hit you in the face." That is the type of response I would expect from someone of your limited acumen.
So I will allow you to have your chance. I've been advised that you can be found on any given night, after 11:00 PM (once that last pizza is delivered) at the racebook at Ellis Park in Henderson, Kentucky. You will be the gentleman driving the rusted, 1978 Ford Pinto bearing Kentucky license plate "Studman", standing in the corner of the race book, occasionally, looking through the garbage can for someones daily racing form.
I have further been advised that you will be wearing blue jeans, with a partially tucked in flannel shirt. You have a large beer belly. When you bend over, to pick up the half-smoked lucky strike cigarette butt from the floor of the race book, most of the pabst beer you have in that plastic cup will spill on the already sticky floor and the top crack of your rather skinny rear end will make an appearance much to the chagrin of the eight other patrons.
You will have a five-day beard. You will jump up and down with glee, screaming at the television monitor, clicking your fingers, (spilling the balance of the pbr on the floor) while watching the simulcast of the 10th race at Erie Downs after betting $2.00 to show on that 1 to 9 shot that just crossed the finish line ahead of the other 4 horses in the race. While standing in line to cash in that $2.10 ticket, you will boast to your fellows how you knew that pony was gonna do it today.
Yes, 65, I will come down to your stompin grounds one of these nights after 11:00 PM and introduce myself. I will give you the opportunity to hit me in the face. Once again, having an opportunity to see through your posts into your soul, you have helped me to get out of the bad mood I was in earlier. I see how lucky I am................ I could be you.
xxxooo
From your neighborin state,
Ed