Pat Dollard

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Proving, once again, how freaking weak these left-wing pukes are.

I have never seen, or at least I can’t remember, a time when our country was more divided, more polarized than it is today. The next few weeks, including the ones after the election, are going to be tumultuous, to put it mildly.

But great balls of fire, what the is wrong with these weak-ass liberal pukes? I mean, really?

From some metrosexual at HuffPo:

Three weeks ago, I met with a therapist for the first time in my life. I’m a very happy guy — great family, great job, great girlfriend, tons of Facebook friends — no problems that a glass of scotch couldn’t fix. But ever since the beginning of September, I’ve gone 100% bat crazy. Why? Because come next year, John McCain and Sarah Palin might be running this country. I can’t concentrate at work. I can’t hold a normal conversation about anything besides politics. At night, I’m afraid to go to sleep because I know that Sarah Palin is waiting for me in Dreamland, like Freddy Krueger but dumber and more evil.

I was hoping the therapist would listen to me lay out this situation, nod sagely, and hand me a bucket full of pills with a creepy name like “Uplift” or “Happiness 4000.” But what he told me, surprisingly, was “Get more involved.”

“Haven’t you been listening, you dumb ?” I thought as I smiled and asked him to elaborate. But what he said made sense: by getting more involved, I’d spend more time talking with like-minded, highly capable people. I’d feel like I was helping Obama directly. And I’d have less time to be furious at Steve Schmidt.

So I got more involved. I made phone calls to voters in my hometown in Pennsylvania. I donated. I signed up to canvass in Nevada. I set up a fundraising page on Obama’s website with two friends. We set an ambitious goal of $10,000. After two weeks of bugging and pleading with our friends, family, co-workers, and bosses, we had raised $26,000.

But as satisfying as all those things are, I’m still crazy. And the more I think about it, the more I think that everyone should be crazy. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTT——Bash here:

OKAY…that sound was the needle scratch on a record as it is being yanked off the turntable, you know the sound effect… “zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt…”

Removing his little story…

Fuck you, ya little whining wanker. Go visit an Armed Forces Recruiter and tell them you need to become a real man.

They’ll steer you in the right direction…meanwhile, I’ve telephoned your therapist and told him to prescribe for you a choice, just stay home on election day, or if you do vote, vote McCain/Palin, because that’s facing your fears head on, ya little witch!

Then go see the recruiters…

Little witch.

You can read the rest of the little faggot here, I am linking the story as a matter of blogging customs & courtesies. Customs & Courtesies, ya little faggot, something ya learn in boot camp.