The Cherokee are far from perfect, but last I looked they haven't been in the slave business for a century and a half. You Christian Thumpers have been sending them to Indian Schools and stealing their lands far more recently than that.There you go WKing for those Confederate slave owners again, Old-THUMPER. Bet you've carried and spent those Andy Jacksons in your wallet like the hypocrite you are, right, Old-THUMPER? There was a time in this nation's history when Andy Jackson epitomized the Federal government, Old-THUMPER. Doesn't your hypocritical-ass work for the Federal government, Old-THUMPER? It was the Federal government your hypocritical-ass works for that put those First Nations people onto reservations, Old-THUMPER, and it was petty, bureaucratic, Federal employees like you, Old-THUMPER, who forced First Nations people into those reeducation centers.
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As we wander this earth we interact with many people. Most we see, touch, talk to,--and then they leave our lives with no lingering memories more than surface deep. But occasionally we find people that have some truly unique, moving aspect to them, and they form memories that linger with us forever. No matter how much we try to erase them. Just imagine the lasting impression you would have if you came face to face with Hitler. Of you were there when a crazed ax murderer hacked up a half dozen victims. Or you were dragged by your father to watch a lynching. Those memories are so scorched into the brain that they never truly fade with age.
We have one of those unique experiences here in the Political Forum—yes, one of those stench-ridden, puke inducing, liars who you wish you could hit “Delete” on, but they will always plague you the rest of your waking hours. And most likely your nightmares. Of course I could be talking about none other than IB The Hypocritical Hate Mongering Slave Supporting Maggot.
But this is bigger than any monologue I could write to the memory—the legend—the absolute revulsion that is IB. This should be a compendium to sing his praises (of curse his filth). I want this to be the best of the best description of what in means, what it emotes, to read the vomit he produces so precipitously. Not my words, but a living growing testament to him by those who (unfortunately for them) have to deal with him on a regular basis on here.
So I will add this as a pseudo footnote to may posts that respond to his posts. I will clip in comment that I think are especially touching in an IB appropriate way. I will not copyright this testament, but I freely offer it to all to copy and add to. Append YOUR innermost feelings so IB and all can know how much he is loathed—or conversely how little he is tolerated.
I suspect this will eventually grow into a sizable tome, but all things start small. Even IB at one time started with but a single post. Even the great Statin Island garbage heap started with a single piece of trash. That is the glorious legacy that IB brings to us, and this is intended to pay appropriate homage to IB the man, IB the legend, IB the scumbag.
The first entry in the memorial is this one:
“I know you like to digress every thread in to oblivion but I have no interest in following you into an Rush Limbaugh style conversation where you pile on whatever crap you want and whomever piles the most and the fastest wins.
I made a comment about people having a double standard and you want to replace it with a single example. If you want to dry hump someone verbally find another victim.”
By slingblade. Well done, sir. That will be hard to beat, but IB does inspire great depths of feeling.
All you who DO understand that the uniqueness (fortunately) of IB must be properly documented, I encourage you to take this humble piece of writing and spread it across the ends of the earth, adding whatever other choice pieces of commentary you think appropriate.
But please, I beg you, do not dilute the sacredness of this task by incorporating other posted as the subject. There may be others you feel strongly about, but there really is only one IB. This is HIS story! Live long and prosper, oh ye Ode to IB. Originally Posted by Old-T