Holy Shit, it's working. Do you realize we have attracted an Honest to Jesus Right-Wingnut?
I happened to check the profile this "A Truman North" -- the "crimmigrants" guy . . . his email address, no lie --
conservativedigest@yahoo.com
It seems a reasonable guess that the other two tongues-in-search-of-rimjobs were either him, or his friends.
(Is "tongues-in-search-of-rimjobs" too harsh? Should I just call them Seekers of the Dirty Sanchez? Is there any truth to the allegation that Dirty Sanchez is a crimmigrant? We report. You decide.)
These people spend their free time Googling things like "public option," and then drop in to spew whatever Limbaugh and Boehner have been spoon-feeding them.
Honestly: I'm flattered. Keep it coming, scumballs.
The more time you spend trolling on blogs like mine, the less time you have to wave Obama-is-Hitler signs at town meetings.
Saturday, August 29
Monday, August 24
And here I am.
There have been some developments in Stoverland, one of which is that my day job and I have finally parted company on a (semi-)permanent basis, which leaves me giving writing my full attention for the first time since 1996. This is a good thing on one front -- having two tie-ins to deliver before the end of the year, and His Father's Fist not long after that -- and I am producing fiction at something like quadruple my usual rate.
On nearly every other front, it's a bad thing -- unless some miracle happens and I sell a movie . . . and Congress really does pass a health care reform bill that includes a robust public option.
And, in a side note to all those people who actually, in the face of all evidence, still believe that "The public option is just a socialist plot to destroy private health care" and "Obama wants to kill my grandmother," I'd just like to say,
FUCK YOU, SHITHEELS. FUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.
I HOPE YOUR FUCKING LUNGS ROT WITH CANCER AND YOUR FACE FALLS OFF AND YOUR BALLS SWELL UP BIGGER THAN YOUR POINTY HEADS AND YOUR OVARIES EXPLODE LIKE HAND GRENADES AFTER BLUE CROSS CANCELS YOUR INSURANCE, YOU HOPELESS SACK-OF-SHIT BRAIN-DAMAGED ASS-MONKEYS.
There. I feel better.
The public option, in point of fact, exists for people like me. I cannot get private insurance coverage at any price. Believe me: I've tried. My state does have a "high-risk pool," to which I can apply at roughly double the normal private rate, once my already-overpriced COBRA coverage expires.
So . . . anybody know someone looking to hire an artist-in-residence or a freelance writer or editor or other paying job remotely related to my field and is willing to interview a surly undisciplined sub-genius with chronic health problems?
There have been some developments in Stoverland, one of which is that my day job and I have finally parted company on a (semi-)permanent basis, which leaves me giving writing my full attention for the first time since 1996. This is a good thing on one front -- having two tie-ins to deliver before the end of the year, and His Father's Fist not long after that -- and I am producing fiction at something like quadruple my usual rate.
On nearly every other front, it's a bad thing -- unless some miracle happens and I sell a movie . . . and Congress really does pass a health care reform bill that includes a robust public option.
And, in a side note to all those people who actually, in the face of all evidence, still believe that "The public option is just a socialist plot to destroy private health care" and "Obama wants to kill my grandmother," I'd just like to say,
FUCK YOU, SHITHEELS. FUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.
I HOPE YOUR FUCKING LUNGS ROT WITH CANCER AND YOUR FACE FALLS OFF AND YOUR BALLS SWELL UP BIGGER THAN YOUR POINTY HEADS AND YOUR OVARIES EXPLODE LIKE HAND GRENADES AFTER BLUE CROSS CANCELS YOUR INSURANCE, YOU HOPELESS SACK-OF-SHIT BRAIN-DAMAGED ASS-MONKEYS.
There. I feel better.
The public option, in point of fact, exists for people like me. I cannot get private insurance coverage at any price. Believe me: I've tried. My state does have a "high-risk pool," to which I can apply at roughly double the normal private rate, once my already-overpriced COBRA coverage expires.
So . . . anybody know someone looking to hire an artist-in-residence or a freelance writer or editor or other paying job remotely related to my field and is willing to interview a surly undisciplined sub-genius with chronic health problems?
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