Who in the fsck does quid pro quo, or "this for that," think picks his lettuce, his tomatoes, his melons, and his citrus crops? Who does he think takes the work that "native" US citizens refuse to take?

I'm a conservative, I'm a republican, and I think that if we're going to have them in our country we might as well legitimize their presence to one degree or another.

Sorry, quid, your logic is fsck. Bag 'em all up, send 'em home, and you veggies will cost twice as much at the grocery store and you'll be screaming.

Dumbass.

Well, sLøpe, now that we've established the provenance of those non-purloined Gutenberg Bibles, perhaps you'd like to return to an explanation of your polemicist views on the nature of religions and their relative capacities for evil? Or would you prefer to return to the consideration of your views on homosexuality? You know, them there funny boys what ain't read the Bible real good like you done.

Sorry if this was too sesquipedalian for you to follow. Frankly, I would have expected more from such a learned man of letters like you.

Perhaps you could benefit from a program like this?

You ballless bitch. I pronounce the A in American, just like the A in ****. If you disagree with me, say so. But you punked your argument out by giving in to the temptation to take me on for my political stance.

And really, you don't even know me. Being a Republican doesn't mean that you get cut out with a cookie cutter, dipshit.

It's called a sabot round, bright eyes. We have them.

For your edification, in case you should ever decide to sally out and express an opinion about something you know little or nothing about, it's a ton of accelerant behind a rod of depleted, reinforced uranium, held in a sleeve, or a "sabot," which, as it leaves the barrel of a tank's 120MM gun, stabilizes it and allows it to be fired from a barrel so much larger than the outer dimension of the round itself. Striking, it hits a tank with enough force to pierce through its armor. It goes so quickly that it creates a shotgun effect of atomized armor plating that shreads everything inside the turret. It also hits with such speed and force that it submits the occupants of tank to such a change in atmospheric force that they are very nearly turned inside out.

It ain't pretty, but it doesn't even come close to your willingness to open up your mouth when nothing of note is on your tongue.

No, not at all. It's like the rules for successful living in a dormitory.

Play your music, baroque in one room, rap in another, and bluegrass in a third, but not so that it might irritate anyone, especially after a certain hour.

The whole problem is that most of you mother-humpers in here have your shit cranked to the point where my ears are bleeding, and you're playing the same goddamned song over and over and over and over and over and over again.