Tags: 9/11, antidisestablishmentarian, asshats, blogitude, conspiracy-theory, instapinch, moonbats, smoking, terrorism
Blogitude and Instapinch are stirring up a hornet’s nest of “tinfoil hats,” “asshats” and “moonbats.”
Their target is the retarded weiner who wrote the 9/11 Revisionist Blog at Humint Events Online, although, now a few more idiots have entered the fray. Pretty much, I don’t find 9/11 Conspiracy Theorists humourous in the least, so I’m happy to lend my size ten-and-a-half to any butt that needs kicking.
When it all went down, I was in an armpit of a foreign country getting nothing but torrents of hatred and saliva directed at me by asinine Socialists in their wannabe-first-world country. I couldn’t so much as try to get a pack of smokes without hearing crap about how I, as an American, “got what you deserved!” Getting spit on really doesn’t do it for me.
You put up with a bit of that, one of two things is going to happen. In the first instance, maybe you’ll get a thicker skin and learn to ignore the morons. In the second, you’re gonna wanna hit people. Hit them really hard. Then hit them again. And maybe a few more times, for good measure. Ask their friends if they want any. Then stomp them. Berate them the entire time. Then spit on them.
I swear, I get in more trouble trying to buy cigarettes than anyone I’ve ever known.