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Tuesday, May 23, 2006 | The Woes of the Atrocity Apologist
The world has some dirty callings, but those who are charged with the defense of atrocities win the "hard row to hoe" contest hands down.
These days, they are usually Americans, defending American atrocities. It's not that people from other countries never commit atrocities, just that at this particular time in history, Americans have effectively cornered the market and nobody else can get an atrocity in edgewise.
In fact, America has become so defined by atrocity, such a leading global producer that it is hard to imagine why anyone would see the need to go out and defend them. Or send someone to.
As usual, it is the fault of the internets. While almost nobody would be stupid enough to go into a crowd of Americans and criticize their atrocities unless they had their heart set on suicide by angry mob, on the internets, where the angry mobs are forced to sit helplessly by as American atrocities are roundly condemned and criticized from everybody from survivors and their families, to even the odd American of black and traitorous soul.
The villain, one must remember, is always the person who asserts that no, he or she would not commit an atrocity. Not if they were young, not if they needed relief from stress, not even if they were to receive a financial benefit or honorarium of some kind.
Self-righteous moralistic arrogant scum! To suggest that they would not slaughter infants, shame white haired granny and pre-teen girl alike, even if they believed another country had disobeyed America?
That is just nonsense. They haven't been there so they don't know what it's like.
When the villain is not American, this last argument is not so frequently invoked. Atrocity defenders are no fools, and while they may be able to occasionally hit a nerve of one of their countrymen with the you don't know what it's like mallet, hmm, well, let's just say it may be wiser to change the strategy a bit when confronted with a non-American opposer of atrocity.
One of the more popular methods of atrocity defense requires no argument at all, merely pointing out to one's listeners how awful it was for the poor perp, being forced to commit all those atrocities, how they just never were the same, not quite right, really, and they didn't get the help they needed from the government either!
Conveniently in the bizarro world of the atrocity apologist, the survivors are mercifully free of any unpleasant sequelae, and are exactly the same as they were before the atrocity, and just in case they should in later years, suffer stress, the entire US government stands ready to spare no expense to help them recover from being on the receiving end of America's world-famous atrocities.
Of course it is human nature, this justification of the most horrific atrocities, it is a combination of the primitive spirit of tribal loyalty, coupled with a natural defensive mechanism. But it goes deeper than that.
What the atrocity apologist reveals about him or herself is an uncertainty about his own identity, his own sense of personal responsibility, his own moral absolutes, lack thereof, or uncertainty about the existence of same.
Most people do share some basic moral absolutes, and Milgram notwithstanding, most people do have the capacity to simply refuse to do certain things, or even put themselves in a situation where these things would be demanded of them, even if a financial benefit is offered.
While many may have a limited ability to suspend reason to the extent necessary to enjoy a fairy tale, or a movie about spaceships from far galaxies or hobbits or wizard academies, and may also be able to extrapolate this suspension to more serious situations, such as the pronouncements of a politician or warlord, and out of that same ability that believes in wizards for two hours in a darkened theatre, because he has a very healthy need to take a break from reality for a while, and indeed benefits from that break, and that enjoyment, he believes "evildoers who hate freedom" because not to do so may require the processing of ideas that are simply emotionally unbearable, but he will in most cases, stop short of allowing that soothing belief to carry him into a situation where he must commit an atrocity or die.
Such a situation does not occur instantly, and the choice one makes in such an extreme moment is only the final step of a journey of many steps, many choices.
It is not unlike the decision that most of us make every day to go to work instead of simply hitting a smaller person over the head and taking their money, or renting out the bodies of our children. Even if fear of societally-imposed consequences plays a part in that decision for some, for many individuals, those "easier" choices would not be possible even if there were no chance of being arrested or put in jail. These things are simply not compatible with their moral values, moral absolutes which will not be breached regardless of the circumstances.
So what if someone we love, a family member, a dear friend, commits an action which violates our own moral absolutes? How will we reconcile our love for this person, our sense of being, with this person, a part of some shared larger entity, so much one with that person in some ways that his action becomes part of our own experience, and indeed, if he and I are both part of that larger entity, does his action not now become part of what that entity is? Part of what we are? Part of what I am?
That is the very natural enotional reaction, even beyond emotions, it triggers within us a "fight or flight" instinct: we must either fight - not only against those who condemn the actions of our loved one, or even remind us that those actions have crossed our own moral absolutes, but against ourselves.
In order to protect the part of ourselves that is part of that larger entity, and part of that loved one, we must fight the knowledge that we would never rent out our child's body for money, or hit an old lady on the head and take her purse. No matter what the situation, no matter what pressures we might be under, we simply would. not. do. that. No way, no how. We do not have to think about it, we do not have to examine any factors. It is that self-knowledge that we must fight against, in order to keep intact our sense of belonging to that larger entity, our sense of belonging and partofme-ness that we feel for our loved one.
The other choice is flight. Flight from the larger entity, flight from the loved one. Flight into what? That entity, that loved one, is all we know, it is part of us, our identity. If we renounce it, what will take its place? What will we be part of then? And is it not also against our moral values to abandon our loved one in his time of need? See how he suffers! He will never be the same. His terrible choice, his sin, if you will, is now and forever a part of his own identity, it will define him. And, a voice inside our heads reminds us, it will forever define that larger entity of which we both are part, it will forever define OUR OWNSELF!
And so the atrocity apologist has not taken up his grisly mantle thougtlessly. Like the perpetrator he defends, he too has travelled a long road, grappled with impossible choices at every turn.
So it is with each one of us, when we choose whether to confront the apologist, or ignore him. Whether to take his hand and become a link in the chain, or stand apart, and thereby rend the bond of our own belonging, with him, to that larger entity. Even though neither apologist nor perpetrator be of our family, our tribe, nation, culture, they are nevertheless of our kind, our species, and so we each must withstand or succumb to the ripple of the atrocity, we each must face our own impossible choice of fight or flight.
Each of us must decide if we are with him, and the perpetrator, or with his victim.
Is there, then, no middle ground? Can we not "empathize" with the victim, and "disapprove, but not reject" the atrocity itself, the perpetrator and the apologist?
Perhaps superficially. We can certainly grasp at that as our own "defense mechanism" because that fight or flight choice is so wrenching. But like all stopgaps, that is only a temporary measure, only a way to buy some time, and what we hope will be an emotional distance from the horror of it all. That hope, however, is doomed. Sooner or later, we must face ourselves, and acknowledge our own moral absolutes, or lack thereof, because it is that which will place us into the entity of which we are truly a part, and for all we may plant our feet firmly in the other camp, it will, sooner or later become evident that we do not belong there.
But are not all men capable of - ?
No. Thank whatever God believes in you, all men are not. And should "flight" win your fight, should you remove your amulet, turn in your code ring, and through your tears, walk away from a larger entity that simply no longer includes you, and feel yourself falling alone through the void, there are hands who will catch you, arms which will embrace you, and hearts that will welcome you to the family, the tribe, the nation, albeit without borders, to which you have always belonged. :) posted at
Friday, May 19, 2006 | Painting the American Blogospere with Brushes Broad and Fine
If you hate what America stands for that much - go find a European Blog...or some other country - just go away.
You make us all sound like idiots which does nothing to sway anyone's heart and mind.
I no longer feel you are a part of this community whether you continue to post here or not. Anyone that has such a low opinion of ALL AMericans really has no place in my heart or life
You are insufferably arrogant calling this...and that Americans are delusional...what is your nationality and what state in the U.S. do you live? You sit here comfortably denigrating this country and not declaring your own country....you are a coward.
I am just so sick right now that his writings are posted here.
You are clearly a Middle Eastern or South Asian person. No. I take it back. You are an Egyptian. Sorry, but Nasserism is dead. Arab nationalism is dead. All that is left as opposition to the oligarchs like Mubarak are groups like the MB. I think you are probably more than a little sympathetic to these groups if not a member.
Go elsewhere...or just stay away we are mostly American's here and you are offensive to those of us that believe in what we stand for as a people.
And just what do you stand for as a people? Apparently quite a lot. Starting with genocide, slavery, on down to the more "modern" history of torture, sexual predation, and assorted crimes against humanity.
And that's just domestic policy, against the various undesirable populations, people of color, certainly, but dollars can trump color, the deciding factor will be just how profitable is your continued existence is to the corporations, for in the final analysis it is they who constitute what you believe in, what you stand for as a people.
I am reminded of the verse from either the Christian Bible, or maybe a Christian hymn - "yet though he slay me..." Such is your devotion to the corporations.
I could go on posting vignettes from my foray into that slice of the American blogosphere that styles itself variously as "liberal" or "progressive," but it gets rather repetitive, though (unintentionally) humorous at times. I wish I could find the one from a young Alex who was made physically ill by my suggestion that I would be disinclined to agree to the heart-felt exhortation that I strike up a cordial conversation and buy coffee for crusaders I might happen to run across in airport waiting rooms. Just be friendly, you know, let them know how much I appreciate all they're doing over there in Iraq, just following orders, shooting toddlers at point blank range, calling over groups of children for some candy just as an "insurgent" coincidentally happens to pass by with a bomb, sprinkling a little Willie Pete here and there, just to send a message you know. That was really some fantastic work you fellows did in Fallujah. Burned the flesh right off those babies and left the clothes, not even a button gone, that's some stuff, that willie pete. Good job, soldier, lemme buy ya a cuppa joe. So how's things over at the Ghraib? Getting a little R&R in with those interrogations? You guys must be gettin' mighty frisky, got those gals slipping notes out, just beggin' th' insurgents to firebomb the place over their heads. How about a donut to go with that coffee? Waiter, bring my buddy here coupla cream filled. Yeah, we hear what a bang-up job you fellows are doing over there, talked to an old pal of mine the other day, says you got every cousin he had who was still alive, older fellow, you know. Firebomb went right in through the window. That's some precision equipment you guys get to work with. His neighbors looked around, you know, wanted to see if there was something left maybe they could send him, just found a kid's shoe, foot still in it, lemme see, that would have been his, no, wait a minute, that would have been his grand-niece. Don't time just fly, though! Not too far from Haditha, his family's old place was, been a while since I was down that way myself, had some good friends there, 'course they're all gone now. Guess most of Haditha is. You know what they say, when you want a job done right, call the Marines. Good talking to you, soldier, you keep up the good work now, hear? Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
I don't think it had ever dawned on her that I am on the "other side," even if it had, I don't think she understood that such a thing might make a difference, or why it would. Both she and her hypothetical crusader hero are, after all Americans, the Master Race.
Yes, cultural differences, I guess you could call it.
When the Abu Ghraib whistleblower has to take his family and go into hiding, so thick and fast come the death threats, while America's Secret Sweetheart, Miss Lynndie, eternal symbol of what you stand for as a people has, quite appropriately, fan sites, that is what the young folks these days call a clue.
The cultural value that it is better to spend a dollar to slaughter the neighbor's child than a dime to care for your own is one that is having some difficulty catching on, you know, in the global sense.
And when you sit on your fine settees, in your fine homes, honey, can you bring some more dip? Good thing we used Velveeta this time, you know it really does melt better than Cheddar, while untold thousands of your own countrymen are slow-cooked alive, live, on CNN, as you watch, as a family, quality time, send a check to the Red Cross, oh yes, and how about one of the millionaire politicians, always remember to send them some money. What a shame, just a shame what happened to those poor people.
Poor people. Yes.
The richest country in the world, most will agree, has no business having poor people, and mainstream Americans are doing something about that. Working together with their corporations and their politicians, doing all they can to reduce the number of poor people. Medicare D(eath) is as inspired a plan as Operation Crescent Cleansing, and shows great promise of being even more effective in addressing the problem.
With remarkable candor, you concede that you just don't know, you too might pump a three year old full of heavy ordinance at point blank range, if you were, you know, young and in need of some stress relief, mustn't judge now, gotta support those troops, they're your boys, just following orders, just doing what they believe is right, it's not their fault if they believed Saddam had WMD, these things happen in war, it is unfortunate. You proudly stand with your soliders in defense of their actions.
And how unfortunate would it be if these things happened to Americans? Oh, I see. Apples and oranges, of course. We don't put the same value on life as you do. Like the VietNamese. How silly of me to forget.
With what words can one suggest to such a population that no matter what Saddam had or did not have, that does not justify the slaughter of innocent people, let alone toddlers, in order to obtain relief from stress because one is young, and oh you don't understand, they only signed up in order to obtain a financial benefit, a luxury item like medical treatment that they would never be able to afford, an education.
If I assert that your brother has disobeyed me, and destroy his home and kill his family, and you oppose my actions on the grounds that he did not in fact disobey me...
With what words can one explain that all the education in the world will not be of use to anyone who rapes a teen boy with a foreign object, beats a man's legs to a pulp over a period of five days, ties a human being to a dog leash and parades him around, rides an old woman like a horse - I will not go on, it is best that I do not go on, as one can never be sure which incidents are still merely terrorist propaganda and tinfoil hat conspiracy theories and which have already appeared in USA today, albeit without photos, is that a "Damn!" I hear?
"Steal the money from any illegal walking into a bank or check cashing place."
"Make every illegal alien feel the heat of being a person without status. ... I hear the rednecks in the South are beating up illegals as the textile mills have closed. Use your imagination."
"Discourage Spanish-speaking children from going to school. Be creative."
"Create an anonymous propaganda campaign warning that any further illegal immigrants will be shot, maimed or seriously messed-up upon crossing the border. This should be fairly easy to do...
Like Iraq, the extermination of the indigenous people of the Americas is considered another unfinished job, apparently. Now that's not fair, that person is an extremist, most Americans aren't like that, we don't hate them, we just want to keep them in their place. Segregation tomorrow, segregation forever.
Strange fruit in waiting still clings to life in a Texas hospital, not a hate crime, you understand, maybe a fraternity prank, like Animal House, the popular movie forever enshrined by the official "investigation" into an unauthorized photography romp by some of those brave heroes defending America's way of life and seeking stress relief, sharing American culture, spreading Democracy, spreading 'em.
Oh you're painting with a broad brush, how disgusting, what about all the people who said what a shame it is and sent some money to a politician?
With what words? There are none, all one can do is silently point to the Washington mall webcam. Almost deserted at this hour, painting with a broad brush all those with the means who are not there.
What an arrogant generalization. There are always exceptions. Indeed, there are. Mercifully, there are. Exceptions to the Exceptionalists, those unconditionally opposed, those dangerous carriers of the Miep Gies gene, those unapologetic congenital Milgram Exceptions, reviled and ridiculed obstructors of reframed Good Germanhood, mutants with an unshakable and intractable immunity to Pavlov's best efforts.
With what words? There are none, and with what brush? What brush is fine enough? Could such a gossamer material be of this world? A world that has produced - no, now is the time to talk of this fine brush, but what words, what brush is fine enough to produce strokes worthy of a nobility and courage so immense that only silent reverence will do? Indeed, what words will not profane such grace, what earthly brush is worthy of painting the splendid embodiment of honor, of humanity, of those who risk all, who willingly, gladly, proudly, when the time comes, stand up, and placing upon their own breasts the proverbial yellow star, proclaim themselves to be their brother's keeper? And if in so doing they become the enemy of their own king, of their own state, or what they may have been told was a state, but now discover - no, now is not the time. Now is the time to acknowledge with humility and gratitude the privilege of sharing a world with them, and to mourn that there is no brush of this world fine enough for the honor of painting them, no brush of this world.
Would that their mutation were communicable, and would that it have been so long ere this. posted at
Tuesday, May 02, 2006 | As Migrants and Immigrants Find Their Voice, In the Mainstream, Hatred Becomes Pandemic
Even on the internets, it rages. Even on blogs generally noted for a higher percentage of reading and thinking participants, anti-Otherism causes dialogue to degrade into schoolyard insults, non-sequiturs to posts expressing unpopular view.
And the gap between its mainstream and what the US has instead of a left is shrinking. Blind, mindless rage and hatred have spread across the cyberworld like crab lice at a Daytona Beach party hotel during Spring Break.
And if it would stay there, if it could be confined to the typing of invectives and slurs and "flames," lives could be saved.
But sadly, that is not the case. In Atlanta, a company that donated buses to a recent human rights march finds half his fleet torched. The police know about it a day or so before he does. They don't bother telling him.
Latin American politicians receive death threats. In Houston, a 16 year old boy clings to life after an attack so brutal that the networks dare not even detail it, out of consideration for the more sensitive viewers. For once, this is probably just as well, the copy-cat bug being what it is.
On the streets, the hatred is palpable. Others who are obliged to venture out of our ghettos are met with glares more menacing as those we endured in the wake of the 911 events. One makes every effort not to venture out of one's ghetto. No one wants to be next. Most hate crimes are not even reported. It is too dangerous, say the victims, I have family, whose side are the police on? Yeah, like I am going to go give them names and have people who know where my family is even angrier at me.
It's a tough call. Whether to venture one's decidedly mortal head out into the range of missiles in the hands of the gangplankers and anti-Otherists who never imagined they had so much in common with the skinheads they had previously decried, whether to continue to post to blogs where it no longer matters what one says, only that it is the Other, the Biblical stranger among them, who dares to say it.
If one could only be sure of keeping them there at their computers calling one names usually reserved for precoccious warring eight year olds, and away from patio umbrellas...
There are, however, no guarantees of that, and the possibility that absorbing cyber-hatred could prevent its real life incarnation must be balanced against the undeniable fact that one's cyber-presence inflames normally peaceful folk caught up in the frenzy, and grim visions of where that rage might go once they push the power button come unheeded to one's mind and stay there.
So shoulders sagging with the weight of all this, the reality of what it means to be that Enemy that those crusaders, those torturers and melters of flesh suddenly catapulted into near-divine status even by what the US has instead of an anti-war contingent, the Enemy from which they are told they are being protected from, sinks in. They want you dead. There is no polite way to say it, no euphemistic cloud of frame in which to cloak it. They want you dead, and they want your family dead too, and as the rage intensifies, as the flames of hatred rise ever higher, they want it enough to risk their own lives, their own freedom, to make it happen.
They love to talk of the heat of war, its hell, and what their heroes imposing America's will, spreading Democracy there in the Ghraib, are "forced to do." Those poor boys are not, they argue, capable of making their own decisions. Helpless moral cripples, they are mere automatons, puppets caught in the strings of the villains in Washington. They are only doing it to receive a financial benefit, they are not bad boys.
Madness is seldom associated with consistency or logic. Those villains' strings apparently have a longer reach than anyone suspected, as their words are eagerly parroted even by those who insist that they are refuting them. People defending their homes and families from a brutal horde of invaders are called insurgents from the Pentagon and the self-styled "progressives" alike.
Bush and his political rivals speak with one voice about the danger of "allowing" Iran to have the same weapons everyone agrees Israel must have, the US must have.
The moist and impenetrable ideological agar of Exceptionalism is the perfect medium for hate, for the surrendering of values, reason, thought. In these abandoned minds, we, the Others, are transmorgified into savage beasts, subhumans, Unpeople.
And that precious and incredibly shrinking few who remain Those Opposed?
They bravely cast their lot with us, with US or with the terrorists. they too become Others. Unpeople by choice, Enemy by choice, by blessed conscience, Enemy by reason of Reason. Despised and reviled by their own countrymen, their own tribes, forsaking the yellow ribbon for the yellow star, forcing us who do not have a choice to examine our ownselves: Would we have such courage?
On the eve of the Armageddon successfully sold even to all but the most rejectionist customers, the hate, the rage, morphs itself into an unspeakable miasma, a formless, mindless bestial thing.
Our words, our thoughts, our pleadings cannot reach they who want us gone. Get out. They want us dead. Watch out. And time is running out. As even they, at least some of them, understood at one time, the World Can't Wait.
Today, their understanding is no longer necessary.
Monday, May 01, 2006 | May 1 News Coverage: Am I Live Blogging Yet?
So far, it seems like the hands down winner here are the people in the streets. They are smiling, they are dancing, they are celebrating human rights, celebrating their attempt to educate people on the subject of human rights.
However, in fairness, having sampled the coverage both around the internets and on the Crusade News channels, the education project does not seem to have been so successful. There is little indication that either the politicians or Lou or any of the MSNBC or the FOX heads have any more of a clue, or interest in obtaining same, on the subject of human rights than they did yesterday.
I would guess this is due more to the raging climate of anti-Otherism than stupidity on their part, though there have certainly been some very courageous individuals who have defiantly refused to keep their stupidity secret. For instance, the ones who complain about the children of migrants and immigrants in the schools, today are outraged because some of them did not go to school. Let's be generous and assume that these folks are just not thinking things through, not because of innate inability, but because blind rage makes it almost impossible.
And naturally one's interest in the subject of human rights will be colored to some extent when one does not consider such large swaths of population to be human.
Among the mainstream demographic, the principal effect of today's events appears to be another paintstripper. While politely ignored on at least one of the self-styled "progressive" blogs, on another several posters had to be reminded to coach their blatant racism in different terms, as when one poster asked "well what about people who have lived in a neighborhood for a long time and Mexicans keep moving in and all of a sudden people are speaking Spanish on their street and they feel like the foreigners?"
Of course it is unlikely that the individual who posed this question intended it, but they very concisely crystallized just one of the growing pains inherent to such a seismic demographic shift. Granted, it is a shift that has been 500 years in the coming, but the choice was made not to prepare for it, or even acknowledge it, and most folks seem fine with that policy, and stick with it even as the shift becomes flesh before their eyes. Anti-otherism, they shriek, is all they need, all they have ever needed for this kind of thing. Segregation tomorrow, Segregation forever! OK, so that was from another human rights movement, but so many elements are identical, you will forgive me if I get the rallying cries of the futile sector confused.
Lou has a special graphic "Walking Out on America." Listen to Lou, people. He is the only one brave enough to remind you that these ungrateful people are turning their backs on America and not showing up for their sub minwage jobs so that they can be deported and a real American can do that job. Oh wait. Lou? I'm all confused. I bet you must be, too. Must have been hard for old Grandpa Dobbs, walking around looking for work, seeing all those "No Irish Need Apply" signs. It's bound to take a toll, even a few generations on...
Lou is really hopping tonight! It took him to inform me that one of the politicians is now floating a trial balloon that would outlaw singing that godawful Star Spangled Something song in any language but English. This is great news! 9,574 languages down, one to go.
I do not hate Americans and I believe they deserve a decent national anthem like other countries have. One that can be sung even by people who are not Aretha Franklin. One like Canada has. Maybe US can liberate it.
Lou also has a nice piece on the shamefully few news reports who refer to the dangerous human rights advocates as "filthy ratdog foreign scum."
Lou Dobbs stubbornly refuses to say whether he believes Mexico should be bombed with conventional or nuclear weapons. Why so coy, Lou?
And he also hasn't said which American job he seized the moment and grabbed while its "illegal alien" occupant was out committing economic terrorism.
Come to think of it, I haven't heard of a single "real American" who took advantage of this golden opportunity to go reclaim one of those American jobs.
MSNBC had a poll quetion today, asking if the "protestors" should be arrested. It seems to have hovered between 67-68% yes, lock em up! all afternoon.
Due to logistical factors of events in my community, it was decided that the elders and small children will cheer from the sidelines, while the middle slices of the family will support human rights by joining the human squish. :)
So I decided to watch the television coverage and I suppose I could be accused by some of live blogging.
I highly recommend Fox News, who never disappoints those in search of sheer entertainment.
"Illegal immigrants," claimed a man on there a few minutes ago, do nothing but consume resources, all those world-famous social services the US is famous for providing to its low wage earners, they are taking jobs away from real Americans, it is a lie to say they contribute anything to the economy, they should all be deported immediately and it is economic terrorism for them not to go to work today.
Checking around the internets revealed that the blogs that purport to be less extreme right than Free Republic are either largely unaware or disinclined to discuss the now millions of people in the streets of their cities, though one of the largest has apparently become the target of a flock of operatives from Stormfront, or maybe they just clicked the wrong link in their bookmarks.
Christina Chavez said on CNN that no one in Southern California is picking fruits and vegetables today. posted at
Actions like Sep 11 do not happen in a vaccuum.
Long before those hijackers ever stepped foot on the planes the damage
had been done. They were brainwashed with the same type of garbage
propaganda that is spewed from Fatwa's weblog.
Middle Eastern countries are so much more barbaric today and preAmercia than America can ever hope to be...America has only been around 230 years...who did you blame for everything before that Ductape? I am calling a Fatwa on your bullshit!
IMO - terrorist plain and simple. He is an Al queda operative who
should be put in a cage on gitmo Skinner
My favorite..."In Defense of Holocaust Deniers"
I always thought that "The Enemy Within" was just a metaphore for liberalism, that is, until I encountered Ductape Fatwa. He should be in an orange jumpsuit for sure.
peopleforchange.netductape is either a commie, al queda, or a deep cover mole
Tells you something about this asshole doesn't it. He's really serious.
I believe that DF is nothing but a Republican plant...
Ductape is a commie, a terrorist, and he drinks blood too. He drinks
Capitalist blood. He eats unborn babies too
Give me your address and I'll send you $20 and a thank-you note for taking your hatred elsewhere.
A terrorist with a sense of humor!
He ain't nuthin' but shit
inadequate, halfway house bullshit
You are a dumbass. Fuck you and your condescension about us "benighted sheeple." hamletta
Untruthful, damaging bullshit
no better than the neocons and no different than Timothy McVeigh
dailykos.coma turd in the punchbowl...if DF were Joe Hill he probably would have killed himself rather than get put to death.
A compost pile of fecundity
dailykos.comdespicable and literally mentally ill