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Thou art the Great Cat, the avenger of the Gods, and the judge of words...-Inscription on the Royal Tombs at Thebes

War is hell. You knew that going in to it. Now why the hell don't these Jesus freak looking cavemen jump on the victory wagon and win this war? We need to win, and quick. My truck fuel is now $4.00!! We need that oil, why else did we invade? Oh yeah. Anyhow, Uber Bitch and Chocolate boy aren't going to agressively go after the oil that these idiot ragheads can't manage, so we will have to step up our efforts (take the Emirates or Saudi Arabia...good soft targets)and crush these muslim monsters.

Y'all wonder why these islamist monsters got our number? You're soft that's why. Breaks my heart to see folks that are supposed to be on the Right side spooked by words....How else do you expect to win? Look at the fix we're in. Our best efforts have produced John McCain, Barak HUSSIEN Obama and of course...another Clinton. Sheesh. Now is the time for extreme measures. Put up the Bibles and break out the Shotguns...it's war!

You know, as a former infantryman, I’ve been known to have a penchant for Frontier-Mark-Twain potty mouth. I haven’t blistered paint at 50 yards yet (that I know of), but it can get pretty heated.

However, I visit (and am a member of) Redstate to engage in reasoned discourse, with an ideological tilt.

Let me say that again: Reasoned Discourse.

The intelligent exchange of ideas. Even liberal ones, although there is rarely anything “intelligent” about them to discuss.

Had you something substantive to offer, Nick, there are folks here who would have been happy to engage you, offering information, enlightenment, and maybe (just maybe) grudging respect, should any of your positions hold legitimate merit.

Alas, DKos is where you belong, amongst the other liberal gibbering idiots who bandy about vulgarity with the childish glee of a kid on the playground trying to impress his friends with his adult use of a new four letter idiom.

See kids? Look how gooooood I can cuss. I can use one of them every other word in a sentence. I’m almost a man, now.

Why is it that cognitively challenged persons like yourself seem to have your craniums permanently upserted into your posterior ends? Is it just that you like the smell? The view?

As the article above illustrates, your kind are ready and willing to make bombastic claims for the purposes of attention, yet when it comes time to put up or shut up, you slink away like the above mentioned potty-mouth child confronted with the Principal.

I’m sure you’ve been appropriately blammed by now, but you may just crawl back to read some responses to your little testicle-less outburst.

Well then, here ya go.

A bit of advice: Try thinking more, and speaking less.

Or, to paraphrase someone else: Never miss a good opportunity to shut up.