What you're doing isn't working. It's time to try something else, such as talking *to* us rather than *at* us. Because sitting right next to my bug-out bag is a rifle and 420 rounds of ammunition. Which you and yours are never going to take away from me, at least not while I draw breath.
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Peter gives a shrieking anti what-fer. (Scroll down the title-linked page for his comments.)
I'm actually surprised the editor allowed anything critical through, since last time people called
Diva Lady Jayne to task,
she took her ball and went home in a huff. Oh well, at least she still doesn't allow comments on
her blog, so she can always hide out there, with her hands over her ears chanting
"Lalalalala...." and fantasizing how "You may keep your guns, with my pleasure, I can think of
no better solution to the problem of overpopulation."
She does remind me of her hero,
John Lennon, in two ways, actually.
First she echoes his
raw "artistic" arrogance:
I'm a genius …. What do I have to do to prove to you … who I am? And don't you dare criticize my work like that. You who don't know anything about it.
[Incidentally, if you've never heard
National Lampoon's "Radio Dinner" send-up of this, you've missed one of the funniest recordings ever.]
And second, if anyone ever
did pull a gun and start shooting at her, all she'd be able to do is "Twist and Shout."