No sooner did I click on publish than a vitriolic comment was posted in response. Presumably from a red-neck conservative.
He had nothing of merit to say in defense of his fearless leader.
Contented himself with flailing away at me personally.
This bird with republican stripes is more commonly seen south of the border. Like that zebra muscle contaminating our lakes in recent years, our politics are not improved by its invasion.
But the comment tells another story. Somewhere,an anonymous, faceless individual without the courage of his convictions, with antennae stretched to full extent,is lying in wait to beat up whoever may stray across his path. Hardly the way to win friends and influence people. But obviously taking a leaf from his leader's campaign strategy. I am not even a candidate in this fight.
Cowardy Cowardy Custard.
Can't spell mustard.
Stcks and stones may break my bones.
But names will never hurt me.
And they won't win any support for your candidate either. Quite the opposite in fact.
Thursday 7 April 2011
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