joebordenrebel Wrote:Which thread, exactly, did I start regarding you?

The one where I invited you to debate a real issue?

Yup, the very one. You had previously suggested that I was kid who could only communicate on a sixth grade level; I figured you're just stupid enough to have believed that so you challenged me thinking you'd have a real chance to win a political debate with a sixth grader. Surprise.

Quote: Oh, God forbid we talk politics in the spin room! Yes, let's just insult one another. That's the ticket!

You've made personal insults your own personal signature. Now that you're getting your ****** kicked, I guess it's not so much fun anymore.

Quote:How about I just say goodbye to you, kid. You have something to say to me about an issue, bring it on. Otherwise, shut the fu#k up.

Ohhhh widdle joey! Did you know that your pocket protector protrudes whenever you say the naughty words? And the self-styled last word king of the board reduced to random obscenities while trying to stifle my right to show the world that he's a moron. Shame on you mr. liberal. I guess you only enjoy free speech when it's your ownor your kindred eggheads.

Bring the good ol' Bugle boys! We'll sing another song,
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along,
Sing it like we used to sing it fifty thousand strong,
While we were marching through Georgia

Hurrah! Hurrah! We bring the Jubilee.
Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that makes you free,
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.

How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound,
How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found,
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,
While we were marching through Georgia.

Yes and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears,
When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years;
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,
While we were marching through Georgia.

"SHERMAN'S dashing Yankee boys will never make the coast!"
So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast
Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the Host
While we were marching through Georgia.

So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,
Sixty miles of latitude, three hundred to the main;
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain
While we were marching through Georgia.



:biggun:

I like your style.