Dave LaCourse wrote:
On 27 Jun 2006 20:04:48 -0700, "Wolfgang" wrote:

But he actually WORKS for a living.


And you, the little Lilliputian, doesn't think that DJ *worked* for a
living.

DJ? What's that? I thought that was somebody who makes a living (such
as it is) playing records (or whatever the hell they call them these
days) at wedding receptions and ****.

You are the most pitiful human I have ever encountered.

Almost enough to make a boy believe human beings are inherently
evil.......ainna?

You make the Putz look like a choir boy.

Which "Putz" would that be?. There are so many.

I never talked to DJ about his chosen career,

But then, we all know that you are notorious (if, nevertheless,
excruciatingly inept) liar. So, what are we to make of this startling
declaration?

but I know he was happy in what he was doing,

"Was" being the operative verb. But, how is he feeling about it these
days?

I know his wife and mother are very proud of
him, and his children loved him very much, and are equally proud.

And that will keep them all well fed and warm and fuzzy on those long,
cold winter nights.......right?

You'll never have children to love or admire you, will you,

Wouldn't know. I never question children about love or admiration. I
really don't spend much time thinking about it. On the other hand,
there are adults who trust me. They ask me to babysit their infant
children. I guess they figure I'm not likely to offer them up as a
sacrifice. Who knows why people do the things they do, eh?

Lilliputian?

Ooh! Ooh! I'm feeling the rage!

I think that a wise choice.

Maybe. I wouldn't know. I no more look for wisdom in children than
penetrating insights into love and admiration.

To think that he was serving his country so little pukes like you can
have freedom of speech and everything else we have here in the U.S.
sickens me even more than his death.

Well, we both know that he was doing nothing of the kind.....and we're
both reasonably certain that the thought never entered his little head,
aren't we? I'm pretty sure it's the unaccustomed exercise of thinking
that is causing your distress. And, yeah, we're all pretty sure that
you're pretty sure of it too.

I saw his ashes buried at Arlington Cemetery this afternoon.

How do you know they were his? I mean, hell, they could'a burned up
half a dozen or so 3 year old ragheads.....and you'd never know the
difference......right? Ashes, is ashes......right? ****, they sneak
'em in in the dead of night so nobody will see 'em. I remember a time
in a country in which the government (and it's hired thugs) wasn't too
ashamed to at least let the citizens who hired them see what they paid
for.

I jumped
when the seven riflemen fired their three shot volly, even though I
knew it was coming.

Yeah, I bet you did. BOO!

I saw his wife presented with his Bronze Star and
Purple Heart,

And a great deal of satisfaction and solace she'll get from those, huh?
Hey, maybe she can trot them out on holidays and family birthdays and
such, and REALLY give the kids a treat, hm?

and the flag that draped his grave,

Did they get one of the really good ones? I saw an ad in the Menard's
flier last weekend......4th of July
special!.....fireproof!.....4x6!......$8.95!!

and not once did I
think of all the little **** weazels in this country that, including
you, Lilliputian, applaud his death.

Weasel is spelled with and "s"......not a "z". Anyway, why would I
applaud his death? Hell, I didn't know him......never even heard of
him. You think I should be overjoyed by his death just because YOU
are? That ain't gonna happen.

I saw his brothers and sisters,
cousins, and other family members mourn his passing,

Yeah, well, it's always fun till someone gets hurt, ainna?

and military friends cry.

Tsk, tsk.......and people wonder why this country gets its ass whupped
by every bunch of malnourished and illiterate runts they bump into.

All of them know about **** weazels like you,

Weasel is spelled with and "s"......not a "z".

but they
know that you and your kind do not matter in *any* way.

True......oh, so true. The killing will go on despite my best efforts.
I've known it for a long time. However, there are things worth doing
despite the absolute certainty of failure.

You are just an evil entity

Well, I'm only human.

that is in their way,

But, the mere fact that I'm here to respond to your insipid pap
demonstrates beyond a possibility of doubt that I've managed to stay
out of their sights thus far. Not bad for a smelly immigrant kid, huh?


and they brush you aside, knowing
you are pititul.

Sorta makes a boy wonder how they got to know me so well, doesn't it?

There is a motor cycle gang at the cemetery that
guards the family from riff raff like you.

I predict they're going to get pretty bored before long.

They're all volunteers,

So.....what? All your talk of the riches you've amassed at the public
tit and you can't even afford to pay them? Why, you chiseling *******!

all vets, all saw action in Viet Nam or Iraq,

Hm......"motor cycle gangs," "Viet Nam" or "Iraq" vets. So, what
you're saying is that they are all experienced at lighting up unarmed
civilians, eh? I suppose I should be afraid.

all of them sick and
tired of people like you who applaud the death of DJ and his friends.

I know that you aren't going to get this, but I live in the almost
certainly vain hope that someday, somehow, someone will be able to
explain it to you and the couple hundred million other murderous pigs
in this world in terms that even you can understand. I am not a fan of
indiscriminate mass butchery. EVERYBODY who has been incinerated,
bombed, shot, bludgeoned, impaled, smashed, run over, beheaded,
defenestrated, hung, drawn and quartered, buried alive, capped,
double-tapped, tortured, executed, terminated with extreme prejudice,
lit up, ****ed up, raped, pillaged, abused or otherwise maltreated in
Iraq in the past three years or so was somebody's mother, father, son,
daughter, nephew, niece, brother-in law, sister in-law, father-in-law,
mother-in-law, aunt, uncle, grandmother, grandfather, grandson, and/or
granddaughter. Yours don't look any different to me than any others.
In fact, they all look pretty much alike to me......with or without the
bad perm.

Some day, Lilliputian, I will see you again, and all your little shiny
new nickles will be mine.

Yet another death threat.....yawn..

Count on it, skag.

Pack a lunch, Duke......take a number.....you know where the line
forms.

Wolfgang
who knows that if anything......um.....untoward.....should happen to
him in the next couple of years, a LOT of people are going to have a
bunch of very embarrassing questions to answer.