My training and upbringing taught me to accept an apology when someone slanders and maligns me. My training and upbringing taught me to turn the other cheek when someone slaps me. My upbringing has taught me to be the “better man” and not let words get to me. And my upbringing has taught me to forgive and forget. And normally, I try my best to do follow those words.
But I was at best a poor student in those lessons. And now that the fucknozzle who shouted death threats at some political opponent in Tucson had a companion issue an “apology”, I recalled my training, and issue this response:
Fuck you, you fucking slanderous fuckheadedly fucked up murderously fantasizing sick fucking moonbat. Footfuck your death pr0n and eliminationist fantasies with the electrofucktherapy tools you stand to have shoved up your festering fuckworn fuckholes at your new loonybin residence. Fuck you for your transparently phony “apology” not for threatening to kill another person, but because you are upset you couldn’t get away with what you really wanted to fucking happen. And fuck you because you deserve it for projecting upon your opponents (innocent, by the way, of the charges you levelled against them) for proving that you want to do to them that which they have never even ruminated about doing. And fuck you until you become unable to sleep because your choices shall be nightmares oozing out from the demented fuckspaces in your mind or forced to endure the unbearable agony of the nightscreams from the living hell of the world in a nuthouse.
No, Mr. Fuller, on behalf of those you maligned and then threatened, I will not accept your apology, despite what my better angels tell me to do. I will not accept your apology, because what you did to those of us on the opposite side of the aisle who were horrified at what happened in Tucson was to lump us in with a murderous freak. I will not accept your apology, for what you did was take legal discourse (rough though it may be at times) and mold it in the form of the Purple Shirted SEIU brand of discourse, which is violence and attacks. I will not fucking accept your apology, Mr. Fuller, because if I let it be known that what you did can be washed away with an insincere “please help me get out of jail” form letter apology, then what will happen the next time one from your side goes further than just saying threatening words against an opponent? I will not fucking accept your apology, Mr. Fuller, because your efforts to quasi-criminalize your political opponents based solely on your side’s ghoulish actions as the bodies had yet to be carried away from the front door of the store in Tucson hardens my ability to take anything you fuckers call “civility” seriously. And midgetfuck you until you need a fluffer with a perpetually inflatable stuntcok because I want to see you suffer the penalty for shattering civil discourse.
So get psychfucked in the medicine room until you no longer like it, Mr. Fuller, for you deserve no less than that.
Oh, and lest I forget:
This is some outstanding shit. I mean (in my sincere estimation, no sarcasm intended), this shit is worthy of an award.
Your fury and contempt for Fuller are, of course, 100% justified, and your expression of same is a fitting condemnation for such idiotic pronouncements as Fuller and his fellow travelers issued forth from their yap-holes.
Truly, I love this piece of work. I’ve read it about a dozen times.