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I know my readers are learned and intelligent enough to understand the point of caustic sarcasm, but it seems that some pseudo-intellectuals lack the cognitive functioning to discern between absurd stereotypes and mockery. One meth addict says:

If any of those wingnuts are reading, here’s a cut-out-and-keep guide: it’s not satire if your actual viewpoint is simply a milder version of the one you profess to hold.

Ah, but it is satire if you are exploiting a ridiculous stereotype held by mentally deficient political adversaries. The whole point is that you retards claim us to be fascist, hate mongering, war mongering, racist, bigoted, homophobic, Islamophobic, jack-booted, right wing death beasts. The character I portray ridicules such notions by using the type of rhetoric one would use if those pathetic, ludicrous stereotypes were true.

The point is to demonstrate beyond all reasonable doubt that my beliefs are not a “milder version” of those expressed, but are, instead, nothing remotely resembling them. It was your job to recognize that. You failed. The fact that such an attempt falls flat on your feverish inability to exercise critical thinking just proves to sentient beings how brain dead you idiots really are.

You are the joke, and we’re laughing our asses off at you. Thanks for the encouragement. Please do try to develop an intelligence greater than that of a dead ringworm.

A Marauding Monger Mission

Ban Ki-Moon has taken the helm of the putrid garbage barge in Turdle Bay known as the UN. Not much will change. They’ll still run child prostitution rings. The kickbacks from genocidal despots will still be in place. Psychotic thug dictators and tyrants will still head up the “Human Rights” committees.

They will still be the most useless, undemocratic, worthless diplomatic body of corrupt, unelected, unaccountable ass marmots on the face of the Earth. There will be one disturbing change, however. One that Frank J would be proud of. There will be a new item on the menu.

Don’t eat me, Ban Ki-Moon!

I think I’m going to be sick.