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Originally posted: Sunday,
July 10, 2005
Steve Crager:
Wingnutty Bad-Ass Hamster
Oh hell, not like this is anything
important, but if I can't have a bit of fun
with raving assholes, life just isn't worth
living.
Now, I get some weird mail on occasion, but
most of the time it's from people who are
friends of mine and regular readers of this
site. However, the following email exchange
from a wingnut is so utterly ridiculous as
to provide just the sort of quality entertainment
the Internet is famous for.
Now, before you send me concerned email,
keep in mind that I don't take trollish mental
cases like this seriously, and neither should
you.
Apparently some wingnut -- the aforementioned
mental case -- out there in Dallas, Texas
named Steve Crager, who writes under the name
"Lord Spatula", read my piece Bring
it Yourself where I offer an alternative
to some of the anonymous hit-and-run that
is a staple of jerks on the net:
Bring it on. In the immortal words of Han
Solo, I'd prefer a straight fight to all
this sneaking around. This, unfortunately,
isn't as risk-free as anonymous harassment.
In fact, it would require a minor modification
in the physiology of the stereotypical keyboard
warrior. Specifically, it would require
a pair of balls to drop into their otherwise
empty nut sacks.
So, this silly fucker interprets my call
for people who had hid behind anonymity to
come say it to my face as an open challenge
for me to travel 1,300 miles in order
to take him on for slights real and imagined.
Wow, some gamble he's taking, huh? His balls
must be pure cast iron.
The whole point of Crager's email sounds
pretty stupid until you realize that this
is Crager's entire shtick: Challenging
anyone he considers to be a liberal to come
to his his place and try to beat the tar out
of him. Obviously Crager is pretty sensitive
about references to "keyboard warriors"
because that's exactly all the guy is. Once
you realize that, then the whole deal is even
stupider. Seems no one ever takes Crager up
on his challenge because even the most insecure
wimp knows that pummeling some doughy middle-aged
white guy with an obvious chemical imbalance
would prove exactly nothing. And, since it
would involve going to Dallas, the whole deal
is doubly pointless.
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| Steve Crager and his
Posse. Apparently
the existence of exercise equipment and
rice cakes is unknown in Dallas, TX. Not
to mention birth control, dentistry, personal
hygiene products and clothes shopping
outside of K-Mart. Pimp guns, however,
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His site, the Spatula
City BBS seems to serve no greater purpose
than as a vehicle for Crager to call people
out and then, when they rightly wonder exactly
what in fuck is wrong with this guy, he gets
to call them gutless cowards, which only serves
to make people repeat the question.
The only relevance in bringing up a nut like
this is to tell us something about how the
right-wing rank-and-file, the red state "value
voters" operate in the real world or,
in the case of Crager, in his own little fantasy
world. World
O' Crap and Sadly,
No had some excellent analysis on the
habit of right wing pundits to quote mine
liberal message boards for unrepresentative
commenters they could use as representative
of the "hearts and souls" of Liberals.
Well, if we get to pick our representative
sample of what's wrong in the Republic of
Wingnuttia, Lord Spatula is just the sort
of shithead to use as an example.
So, exactly what is wrong with this guy?
Maybe you can come up with your own theories
and post a comment. I think by reading the
complete email exchange, it's pretty easy
to figure out what's wrong with him and why
he should be poster boy for angry, emasculated,
mentally and physically soft right wing males.
Crager introduces himself:
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" 3. Bring
it on. In the immortal words of
Han Solo, I'd prefer a straight
fight to all this sneaking around.
This, unfortunately, isn't as
risk-free
as anonymous harassment. In fact,
it would require a minor modification
in
the physiology of the stereotypical
keyboard warrior. Specifically,
it would
require a pair of balls to drop
into their otherwise empty nut
sacks. "
-from your May 26th load of putrid
bullshit
That can be arranged, you know.
5330 Bent Tree Forest Dr, #712
Dallas, TX
You wanna call me a "Christian
Fascist"? A "wingnut"?
A "cowardly
scumbag"? Come call me those
things to my face.
Ready when you are, chickenshit.
Steve Crager
www.spatulacitybbs.net
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And I reply:
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Can be, or will
you be taking the lead and/or
the bus from the Texas Reich?
I suspect not.
However, I will
be more than happy to post your
email on site with a java scripted
clock to measure how long it takes
you to get around to Arlington,
VA. Most likely I will also be
posting your hysterically amusing,
cowardly scumbag Christian fascist
weaseling with directions
to your home. Which is fun
too.
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Regards,
Rev. Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
"A Proud
Member of the Reality-Based Community"
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I didn't think
you had the balls to face me,
chump.
Thanks for proving
me correct.
Look for proof
of your cowardice soon on my blog
and on the Anti-Idiotarian
Rottweiler at http://nicedoggie.net.
Where, I suspect, far more people
will
see your limp-dickedness than
will see your pathetic javascript.
(snicker)
sgc
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Yes, and your
emails will end up on my site
complete with your "cowardly
scumbag Christian fascist weaseling"
as predicted. Should you ever
work up the nerve to make a trip
out to VA and make good on your
talk, let me know. Until them,
I tremble in fear at your awesome
power behind the keyboard.
Pussy.
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Regards,
Rev. Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
"A Proud
Member of the Reality-Based Community"
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Come say it to
my face, faggot. Arlington, VA
is a pretty sizable patch of
land - on the other hand, chickenshit,
you know exactly where to find
_me_.
Any time you're
ready, pansy-ass. Bring it on,
fuckhead.
sgc
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Steve,
If you read through
my site you would know that I
posted direction to my house with
a satellite photo the last time
some wingnut coward thought he
would act all tough between reaching
into the bag of Cheetos and masturbating
on message boards. And since you
are the latest douchebag that
thinks he can pretend to be tough
by typing at me, it's time for
you to sell your G.I. Joe action
figure collection and hop the
bus. I mean, it's easy for you
to fire off an email. Not so easy
for you to follow up.
Incidentally,
my preferred method of fighting
is with knives, but I doubt you're
up for that. Other options are
bo staffs, boken, tactical batons
and, if you really want to get
serious, you can swipe your mom's
two handed dildo before you head
out here. If that's too involved
I would be more than happy to
beat you until you scream like
a little girl.
Incidentally,
if you are so bad ass, why aren't
you in Iraq fighting the terrorists,
dumpling?
Oh, wait. Looking
at http://crager.tripod.com/
I am appalled by how the existence
of gyms and exercise equipment
has obviously been kept a well
guarded secret from you right
wing tough guys. I just had to
save that picture. Why are so
many of you fuckers so out of
shape? Jesus Christ, man, have
you no self respect and will power?
I can only assume
you had Sumo wrestling in mind.
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Regards,
Rev. Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
"A Proud
Member of the Reality-Based Community"
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Steve, as this email proves, can't organize
a complete thought without some gay imagery,
reeking of longing, creeping in:
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Oh, _now_ I know
why you're too afraid to come
down here, needle-dick. You
couldn't live it down when a 42-year-old
kicks every last ounce of shit
out
of you. BWAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!
Yeah, I know -
while you'd be insisting on a
slap-fight like the little
pussified wimp-ass you are, I'd
be shoving my steel-toed boot
up your skanky
little rump-ranger ass. Your butchie-boy
of a butt-buddy might not like
seeing your colon up around your
adam's apple too much. Gotta keep
your
pimp happy, y'know.
And aren't you
the typical gangsta thug - gotta
have hisself a blade.
Whassa matter, widdle girl, can't
handle an old man with your fists?
Afraid
the manicure won't hold? You can
always use some Press-On NailsT,
y'know.
Actually, I could
ask you why _you're_ not in Iraq.
I mean, you're the one
who thinks he's Billy-Bob Bad-Ass,
what with the M-1 pop-gun and
all. But
then, I keep remembering - you
can talk the talk, but you're
too scared
shitless to walk the walk.
Oh, and I don't
give a shit about satellites (not
that I spent too much time
on your excuse-for-a-web-site
to give a shit about how to find
Arlington,
VA), punk. On the other hand,
you know _exactly_ where to find
me - the
problem is that you don't have
the balls to take me up on the
invitation.
Typical liberal-assed chickenshit.
Go fuck yourself,
douchebag. You're just like all
the rest of the leftist
cowards - hiding behind mommy's
skirt with your mouth-breathing
head up your
ugly ass.
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Steve,
Here's the problem:
I just don't take you seriously.
I mean, not at
all.
First, only a
wingnutty troll would throw up
a challenge, and then expect me
to travel out to Texas so you
can make good on your tough talk.
Obviously you don't get how this
works or, more likely, the fact
that you have the burden of travel
ass backwards is a convenient
excuse for you to continue talking
tough as one would expect from
a member of the Fighting Keyboarders
Brigade.
Second, Jesus
Christ, man, have you taken a
look at yourself? In what way
does an overstuffed hamster like
yourself offer up any good sport?
I know you are compensating like
hell and think that your politics
makes you a bad ass, but you are,
in fact, a poor excuse for manhood.
Which may be why, incidentally,
you seem so completely obsessed
with homosexuality. Next time
you decide to try to be insulting,
go back over what you wrote and
try to remove at least half the
ass fucking references. It's a
dead giveaway, you know.
Steve, I don't
need a weapon, it's just that
actually beating you to death
is complicated by all the padding
you are carrying around. In fact,
even with a knife it would present
a technical challenge to eviscerate
someone with a 3" push dagger
when they are carrying around
4" of stored Cheetos.
You still haven't
explained why a right wing tough
guy like you hasn't enlisted,
although you cleverly tried to
avoid answering with your net-fu.
I guess you are too busy fighting
the good fight to get your ass
down to the recruiting station.
Still, my location
is on site with an easy-for-douchebags-to-follow
map. Even if you don't care or,
more likely, you are just a fat
fuck right wing Yellow Elephant.
But keep writing.
This is comedy gold.
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Regards,
Rev. Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
"A Proud
Member of the Reality-Based Community"
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Of _course_ you
don't take me seriously, limp-wrist.
You _can't_. For you
to do so means you'd actually
have to back up your bad-boy bullshit
and risk
getting your skanky ass handed
to you on a platter. How would
you _ever_
live that down at the Arlington
bathhouse, eh? (snicker)
You're the one
who said "bring it on",
chickenshit. You've been called
out,
fuckface, and you weaseled. You're
just like the rest of the cowardly
liberal douchebags who snivel
about how tough they are, but
back out when
push comes to shove.
Be a good little
boy now, Junior, and go wash your
Underoos. They've gotta
be a real mess after all the pissing
you've done in 'em at the thought
of
getting your face knocked in.
(guffaw)
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No, Steve. I just
don't take you seriously because
1. You look like
a fuzzy, aging version of Pop
n' Fresh.
2. I suspect you've
been buying your lithium on sale
3. You are obviously
playing out some psychological
compensation for being practically
a eunuch.
4. Your obsession
with homosexuality is just freaking
obvious.
5. You're a moron.
Still, you have
an open invitation, puffball.
You see you actually have to come
here to "call me out".
And when the EMTs pour your tenderized
meat into a Hefty garbage bag,
all the cops have to know is that
you traveled 1,329 miles to get
creamed. That's the reason for
your tough talking wank fantasy.
Oh, and never
stop emailing me. I feel a series
coming on.
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Regards,
Rev. Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
"A Proud
Member of the Reality-Based Community"
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No, Short Bus,
to quote you...obviously, you
don't get how this works.
1. You bleat on
your half-assed site about how
you want us to "bring it
on".
I even threw your pathetic little
quote right back in your ugly
little face.
2. I give you
a specific address where you can
find me and act out your
dream of being a tough guy, figuring
that you don't have the balls
to come
be a hero and prove to the world
that you're anything but a lame-assed
pansy
loser.
3. You prove me
right. And you continue to prove
me right every time you
come up with a lame-assed excuse
for not showing up and getting
the shit
kicked out of you.
It's all right,
really. If I had linguini for
a spine like you do, I
wouldn't want to face me, either.
As for any so-called
obssession with homosexuality...I
see I've hit a nerve
there. How _do_ you keep your
bathhouse secret from that skank?
(snicker)
BWAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!
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I've checked around
Steve, and apparently you're considered
a "major nutjob". I
can't imagine why. And it's not
a "so-called" obsession
with homosexuality. You simply
can't go for five minutes without
thinking about bathhouses, cock-sucking,
ass fucking and other tell-tale
signs of the the gay wanna-be
homophobe.
Only one serious
nutjob would think my referring
to bringing it on, which was an
invitation for people like yourself
that like to talk smack via email
and anonymous pussy threats to
*show up in person* meant I was
going to travel the country beating
the crap out of wingnuts on their
home turf. Go back and read it
again. "Bring it on".
That means bring it to me, you
silly fuck. You even wrote "you
want us to "bring it on",
so your confusion over the meaning
of words is, well, interesting.
Again, you want
to bring it on, you bring your
bloated self over here. That's
the only way some Texas drama
princess like yourself would concern
me. Otherwise you can stay at
home and continue wanking to your
pictures of Hillary Clinton, assuming
you can still find your toes,
much less your dick.
Simple concept:
People who want to talk tough
can say it to my face. Not only
do you lack the balls, but you
must think everyone one else has
no clue what the word "bring"
means.
From your blog:
*UPDATE:* Just
because this isn't the primary
site anymore doesn't
mean you cowardly fucks can
come over here and shit on my
carpet
like the mangy, leg-humping
mutts you are.
If you're too
much of a chickenshit to come
to Dallas, spew your
crap to my face and get your
ass handed to you on a platter,
you
ain't spewing your bullshit
here.
Got it, fucktards?
Obviously this
"You're a coward for not
coming here because my fat ass
is stuck in my chair" is
a major theme with you. Have you
considered electro-convulsive
therapy to get the voices out
of your head?
Then there's this:
What I want
to do is beat the asshole within
an inch or four of his
life, give him a major concussion
which forces him to spend a
couple
weeks in the hospital thinking
long and hard about the repercussions
of calling Christians "moral
retards" - then, upon his
exit from the
hospital, shove one of my steel-toed
boots up his skanky ass a few
times, just to punctuate the
point.
The same obsessions,
even the same phrases, repeated
again and again. I think it's
clear to everyone but yourself
that you're just one big ball
of bullshit and compensation.
Of course, the thought of somone
wanting to beat someone for calling
Christians moral retards is simply
too ironically funny for words.
You're fooling
absolutely no one. You are just
a master satirist doing a parody
of the dumbest fucking wingnut
asshole imaginable.
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Regards,
Rev. Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
"A Proud
Member of the Reality-Based Community"
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Checked around
with whom, fag boy (oops, there's
another reference - is it
my fault that's all you understand,
pussy)? Your fellow rump-rangers
at the
Arlington bathhouse? I imagine
they'd say anything so long as
you were
"servicing" them. (snicker)
Glad you can read
one-syllable words, at least.
But see, that little blurb
was written for chickenshit just
like you. You motherfucking retards
are
real brave when no one else is
around, or maybe when you're in
the company
of your fellow assclowns over
at Daily Kos or Demoscummic Underpants.
You'd
shit your Underoos if you ever
had to go one-on-one with me,
douchebag.
Hell, there are five-year-old
girls who'd kick your scrawny
ass up one side
and down the other.
Or did you think
I hadn't seen _your_ picture,
as well? Is that the best
you can do for a teddybear, dumbfuck?
No _wonder_ all you have is a
pet
gerbil!!! BWAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!
The offer stands,
chickenshit. You challenged; I
offered; you welshed out.
You. Are. A. Lame-Assed. Coward.
Anytime those
papier-machés of your grow
past the size of pinheads, you
know
where to find me. Until then,
you're just another wussy-boy
in a sea of
wussy-boys, and all you can do
is bleat like the sheep you are.
(guffaw)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!
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Steve,
You're a skipping
DVD. Even the "fag"
talk is getting boring.
I understand that
your thing is to challenge leftist
to come to Dallas and beat the
crap out of you. I made the same
offer to stupid wingnuts such
as yourself. If you are taking
me up on what I wrote on my site,
then you're the coward, as well
as a hypocrite for not practicing
what you preach. How do you figure
that when you challenge leftists
they have to come to Dallas and
when I challenge right-wing keyboard
cowards such as yourself, and
you take me up on it, then I have
to come to Dallas too? Are you
one of those guys who needs the
fire department to knock out a
doorway to leave the house? If
so, put down the Twinkie now.
Well, makes sense:
You couldn't be a wingnut if you
weren't stupid and hypocritical.
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Regards,
Rev. Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
"A Proud
Member of the Reality-Based Community"
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Actually, my "thing",
as you like to call it, is to
point out chickenshits
like you who talk reeeeeeeeal
big when it's just you, your keyboard,
your
bathhouse buddies (oh, great honkin'
Cthulu, there's _another_ reference!!!
Truth hurts, doesn't it, Rev'rnd
Fuckhead?), maybe a goat or two
for good
measure, and perhaps some fellow
rump-rangers from Demoscummic
Underground.
What, expect you
to come to Dallas? Naaaaah, you
don't have the balls it
takes to be that kind of hero.
(By the way, Private Pop-gun,
you never did
answer _my_ question about why
you and that big, bad-assed M-1
of yours
(snicker) didn't go to Afghanistan
or Iraq. If you're the hot shit
you're
making yourself out to be, you
should've been over there at _least_
a couple
years ago, right? Hell - you could
have taken down a thousand insurgents
all by your lonesome by just showing
up. As pussified as you look,
they'd've laughed themselves to
death!!! (guffaw))
No surprise that
you're a liberal, therefore: Yours
aren't brass - you
_couldn't_ be a conservative.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Remember, wussy-boy
- anytime you wanna show up, you
know _exactly_ where to
find me.
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I wouldn't go
to Iraq because it's an immoral,
needless war. What's your excuse,
creampuff?
Tell you what,
nut case: Pick a town between
here and Dallas, some 650 miles
from you. I will be more than
happy to meet you halfway, call
you a wingnut douchebag to your
face and, as a bonus, slap you
like a bitch.
Your call chickenshit.
And please don't tell me your
wife won't let you go. That would
make St. Paul cry.
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Regards,
Rev. Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
"A Proud
Member of the Reality-Based Community"
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As yet I've gotten no response on that proposed
compromise. Gee, he was previously so quick
to respond.
I've got to make a terrible, horrible admission.
As much as I love to rip into wingnuts, and
as much as this guy is a major asshole, I
actually feel sorry for him. Not deeply, of
course, just a little because what he does
is the most pathetic, psychologically transparent
and, in a word sad exercise by a wingnut I
have yet to come across.
 Still,
that doesn't mean I'm not going to make fun
of the guy. And so I give you Fear
The Crager Bot (4.41 Mb .wmv), a video
that endeavors to be just as stupid as the
man himself. Try saving the file if it doesn't
play streaming or, for plan B, just bitch
about it.
Update: Crager's response to my compromise
for him to meet me halfway:
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Tell _you_ what,
chickenshit: You can come here:
5330 Bent Tree Forest Dr, #712
Dallas, TX
That's where you get to have your
ass handed to you, bitch.
You want some
bad enough? Come get some, pussy.
Really, we have some good
hospitals here - the one I put
you in will probably let you have
your own
room. (snicker)
Ready anytime
you are, limp-wrist. Not that
I'm all that concerned - from
the looks of you, your skanky
ass couldn't bruse one of our
junebugs.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!
Oh, and don't
lie about Iraq, tough guy. It's
common knowledge that once
you got there, they'd make you
wear a burqa. Hell, you're pissing
your
pants at the prospect of going
_mano-a-mano_ with me - you'd
positively
_shit_ them over there.
Damn, you are
one pathetic loser... (guffaw)
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What a sad case. Well, might as well play
"prod the wingnut":
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Nah, Steve, the
loser is the one who is too bullshit
and cowardly to leave his house
under any circumstances, even
under a compromise. You just lost.
Not that I would
take a flabby keyboard tough shit
seriously anyway.
I wonder if your
neighbors in Covington
Pointe know about your hobbies
and your obsessions. Then again,
since there are at least three
people listed in the Dallas
Sex Offender database living
there, you probably fit right
in with the community standards.
In fact, one of the guys in your
group photo resembles a person's
mugshot in the database. Can't
be proven either way, as all you
list on the photo is your jolly
wingnut circle-jerk nicknames,
but it makes me wonder what else
an insecure, gay-obsessed, physically
and mentally week person such
as yourself is into. Maybe you
can't meet me halfway because
you are wearing a court-ordered
ankle bracelet.
At least, that's
my theory: Quite frankly, you
look the type.
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Regards,
Rev. Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
"A Proud
Member of the Reality-Based Community"
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Incidentally, for all Crager's "come
here and say it to my face" attitude,
the Covington Pointe apartments in Dallas
list among their features a controlled
access gate.
About this time I received an
email from Misha of the Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler,
who, like Crager, interpreted my notice to
anonymous harassers that they could "Bring
it on. In the immortal words of Han Solo,
I'd prefer a straight fight to all this sneaking
around" as my desire to travel 1,300
miles to have a shoot off, or shoot out, or
whatever with him. In fact, his letter really
served no useful purpose except that it allowed
him to tell me about his gun. I guess because
he doesn't know me well enough to complain
about the cheap penile implant he got in Mexico.
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Finally, a liberal
wanker with enough guts to issue
a challenge.
Not that I expect
you to be issuing more than hot
air when it comes down to brass
tacks, but I’ll give you
the benefit of the doubt for the
time being.
I actually like
your poodle shooter, so let’s
put it to the test, why don’t
we?
One shot, iron
sights, 300 yards.
I’ll bring
my H&K G3 and you bring your
pellet gun.
How’s that
for fair?
Misha
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Ah, a "poodle shooter"
and "pellet gun". That's what he
calls my M-1 Carbine, one of the main infantry
weapons of World War II.
Why does Misha hate America?
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You should like
it. An original Inland GM M-1
from 1943 (Korean War refit, of
course) puts the pimp guns you
boys were sporting to shame. Was
that fat fuck in the photo on
Crager's site actually holding
a Springfield M1911A Mil-Spec
with ivory, or even worse, pearlite,
grips? That's fucking sacrilege.
However, do you
actually know that the outside
range for an M-1 Carbine is 300
yards? I can't decide if you are
trying to be clever or just ignorant.
And since the M-1 was designed
for multiple hits on targets,
one shot my ass. I'd just have
one of my shooting partners and/or
gunsmith friends loan me an AK-74
or, fuck it, a 1917 Enfield with
iron combat sights if you want
one shot.
Incidentally,
the G3 is what German military
fetishists own instead of an SKS.
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Regards,
Rev. Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
"A Proud
Member of the Reality-Based Community"
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I never received a reply. Apparently Misha
wasn't that interested in anything but bloviating.
I was incorrect about one thing. On looking
at the photo again, the aforementioned fat
fuck appears to be holding a gun with a skeletal
hammer and trigger. In which case it's probably
a Kimber or some cheap-assed knock-off. In
any case, it's still a pimp gun for a cheap
whore who can't appreciate the classic elegance
of a bare-bones M-1911 pistol like John Browning
used to make.
Originally posted: Monday,
July 11, 2005
The End of Lord Spatula
 Sorry
for exposing you to more of Steve Crager's
wingnut tone poetry, but it reveals all you
need to know about the guy, by extrapolation
the wingnut rank-and-file and, yes, I'm going
to work in a point at the end. Seems that
another right winger's dreadnought of vengeance
has run aground on the shoals of compromise.
Now, Steve Crager, AKA Lord Spatula, isn't
the most astute sort of person. I had to dissuade
him from various erroneous ideas he developed
while I was making fun of him.
A little more back and forth, starting with
Crager's response to my last email to him:
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Tell _you_ what,
chickenshit: You can come here:
5330 Bent Tree Forest Dr, #712
Dallas, TX
That's where you get to have your
ass handed to you, bitch.
You want some
bad enough? Come get some, pussy.
Really, we have some good
hospitals here - the one I put
you in will probably let you have
your own
room. (snicker)
Ready anytime
you are, limp-wrist. Not that
I'm all that concerned - from
the looks of you, your skanky
ass couldn't bruse one of our
junebugs.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!
Oh, and don't
lie about Iraq, tough guy. It's
common knowledge that once
you got there, they'd make you
wear a burqa. Hell, you're pissing
your
pants at the prospect of going
_mano-a-mano_ with me - you'd
positively
_shit_ them over there.
Damn, you are
one pathetic loser... (guffaw)
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Yeah, still doesn't explain why he's
not in Iraq. In proper Yellow
Elephant form, I have to explain why I'm
not fighting in a war I don't support
while he doesn't feel the need to explain
why he's not fighting in the war when he unconditionally
supports it.
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Nah, Steve, the
loser is the one who is too bullshit
and cowardly to leave his house
under any circumstances, even
under a compromise. You just lost.
Not that I would
take a flabby keyboard tough shit
seriously anyway.
I wonder if your
neighbors in Covington
Pointe know about your hobbies
and your obsessions. Then again,
since there are at least three
people listed in the Dallas
Sex Offender database living
there, you probably fit right
in with the community standards.
In fact, one of the guys in your
group photo resembles a person's
mugshot in the database. Can't
be proven either way, as all you
list on the photo is your jolly
wingnut circle-jerk nicknames,
but it makes me wonder what else
an insecure, gay-obsessed, physically
and mentally week person such
as yourself is into. Maybe you
can't meet me halfway because
you are wearing a court-ordered
ankle bracelet.
At least, that's
my theory: Quite frankly, you
look the type.
--
Regards,
Rev. Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
"A Proud
Member of the Reality-Based Community"
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"Too bullshit
and cowardly to leave his house
under any circumstances"?
I
believe you just described yourself,
chickenshit!
BWAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You've got the
address, faggot. You just don't
have the balls. (guffaw!!!)
And I really wouldn't
go on about what I look like if
I were you. You look
like such a skank I'd probably
break you in half in about five
seconds.
Oh, yeah, and
I've heard about the video you
put on that half-assed site of
yours with all the martial arts
and all. Like that would really
help you,
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Face it, chump.
You're a lame-assed fucknozzle
with no balls who would need
the Hubble to find his dick. You
wouldn't have a chance against
me and you
know it.
But keep bleating,
assclown. This is gonna be good
stuff for my
blog...BWAH-HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Oh, and congratulations
on figureing out the name of the
complex (yeah, like
that hasn't been done before).
Want a cookie, fuckwit?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!
Gawd, you are
such a douchebag...
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Hey Steve, another
person has proposed the same compromise
and offered to pay your way. It's
clear that you are the chickenshit
one, hiding behind your gated
apartment complex. It may be good
stuff for your blog, but I've
already published every thing.
Lazy little fuck, aren't you?
And the video?
Let me explain humor to your kind
some time. Hint: Smacking around
an inflatable punching bag isn't
martial arts. It's mockery. It's
making fun of you.
You still haven't
addressed the sex offender angle.
In fact, you ignored it completely.
Interesting. I think I will pursue
that before you fizzle out completely.
--
Regards,
Rev. Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
"A Proud
Member of the Reality-Based Community"
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And here's even
more proof that you'd piss your
pants at having to face me!
You're getting your rocks off
kicking an inflatable doll's ass!!!
Does it "service"
you, too, when your skank doesn't
want it?
BWAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!!!
Goodbye, chumpzilla.
You've been fun for a while, but
you're boring now,
and I have better things to do
then listen to chickenshit pussies
bleat.
(snicker)
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Stupidity, or just the wingnut tendency to
make up reality? If my Everlast inflatable
punching bag (which I got for $16.99 at Filene's
Basement in the National Press Building shops)
is what Steve Crager considers to be an inflatable
doll, no wonder he's so obviously sexually
confused.
Seems Crager and I were at an impasse. Must
be that when he offers a challenge to Liberals,
they have to go to Dallas to break their foot
off in his ass. However, when he take me up
on what he interprets as my challenge, surprise,
I have to travel to Dallas to break my foot
off in his ass.
Which is a shame. We all really have to get
beyond flaming on the internet and get down
to the left and right settling differences
with bare knuckles. And I'm dead serious about
being willing to fight the guy. I speak for
no one but myself, but I am fed up with wingnut
hostility, threats and garbage like permits
to hunt liberals and have no moral qualms
about taking out my frustrations on a wingnut
given to fantasizing about beating
people into unconsciousness, just to give
him a chance to make his dreams, theoretically
anyway, come true. I owe it to 1,700 dead
US servicemen and thousands of dead Iraqis
to pummel the hell out of at least one lying-assed
right wing scumbag.
Luckily, Victor Von Vockerman came up with
what has come to be known as the "Nashville
Compromise", and posted his proposal
on The
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler:
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Gentlemen,
I salute you both with honor and
respect.
The gallantry with which you both
seem willing to place your bodies
at the disposal of each other
over your differences of opinion
is a rare occurrence these days.
It seems to me that you are in
need of a disinterested third
party to mediate the discrepancies
in your expectations.
May I humbly suggest
the following solution?
According to Yahoo
Driving directions:
Arlington to Nashville is 662.8
miles with an expected driving
time of 10 hour 11 minutes.
Dallas to Nashville
is 663.3 miles with an expected
driving time of 10 hour 12 minutes.
I can find no
closer midpoint.
At about 20 Miles
per gallon with gas around $2.00
a gallon it should cost each of
you about $66.00 to get there.
If that expense is too great I
will reimburse you. To be in proper
shape I propose you travel on
a Saturday and I will find accommodations
for each of you in Nashville.
Sunday morning you will have your
face to face confrontation in
the form of a weaponless, no-holds-barred
UFC style contest on an enclosed
padded surface with a neutral
and experienced referee and an
emergency trained medical person
at ringside. I will arrange all
of this after each of you signs
a binding “hold harmless”
agreement providing legal protection
to ALL of us from any damages
suffered by either party.
I propose the
weekend of August 13-14, 2005
as I believe that I can have all
the arrangements accomplished
by that date.
This proposal
will be posted on both boards.
If both of you
accept I will have a copy of the
"hold harmless" agreement
sent to each of you and begin
the process of obtaining the people
and facility.
# What say you
gentlemen?
# Most Sincerely,
Victor Von Vockerman
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Sounds reasonable, sounds fair, and it means
I get to slap Crager around a bit. So of course
I immediately agreed. And, as you may have
already suspected, Lord Spatula is having
none of it. In fact, it doesn't take a lot
to sense desperate failure in his tone.
Still, it's worth a try. Some people seemed
to be looking forward to making the trip to
Nashville to see a little smack down action.
In fact, by the time August rolled around,
it's likely that enough people would be interested
in watching a good old fashioned deluded wingnut
vs. reality-based community cage fight that
we might have to rent a venue. I mean, I'm
talking T-shirts and the whole deal, along
the lines of "I saw a wingnut with his
ass handed to him and all I got is this lousy
T-shirt".
So I fired off an email from my Google Mail
account, as it's easier to copy:
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Crager,
Please excuse
the switch to my gmail account.
It's easier to copy for continued
posting of your remarks. I suspect
that with your reluctance to reply
in a timely manner as an agreement
that you can't refuse without
losing face is hammered out, time
stamping will become important.
Vockerman has
posted the following on the nicedoggie.net:
[The Nashville
Compromise]
Sounds reasonable
to me. I have lots of leave coming,
friends in Tenn. and wouldn't
mind paying them a visit. And
it's a wonderful opportunity for
you to get yourself out of your
gated community away from your
gun buddies, have a pleasant road
trip, and get your fucking head
busted. With your entire web presence
devoted to calling people out,
and who you would like to beat
unconscious, I would think you
would relish the opportunity.
Since you apparently
have limited hand-to-hand fighting
experience I have no issues foregoing
the use of boken, bo staff or
tactical batons. I don't mind
fucking you up, but breaking bones,
teeth or risking causing serious
injury or death to you is out
of the question. In addition to
Vockerman's suggestions you should
purchase an athletic mouth guard.
Although I would refrain from
going for your head, despite figures
of speech to the contrary, accidents
do happen. Besides, I already
have a deep 20 year-old scar on
my right ring finger from some
idiot's teeth after punching him
in the mouth, and, quite frankly,
with your sexual obsessions, I'm
not sure where you've been.
In fact, as you
are just a bitch, I will even
agree to using only open-handed
slapping.
Just so you are
clear, UFC rules are as follows:
Bout duration:
1. All non-championship
bouts shall be three rounds.
2. All championship bouts
shall be five rounds.
3. Rounds will be five minutes
in duration, with a one minute.
4. A one-minute rest period
will occur between each round.
Fouls:
1. Butting
with the head.
2. Eye gouging of any kind.
3. Biting.
4. Hair pulling.
5. Fish hooking.
6. Groin attacks of any kind.
7. Putting a finger into any
orifice or into any cut or
laceration on an opponent.
8. Small joint manipulation.
9. Striking to the spine or
the back of the head.
10. Striking downward using
the point of the elbow.
11. Throat strikes of any
kind, including, without limitation,
grabbing the trachea.
12. Clawing, pinching or twisting
the flesh.
13. Grabbing the clavicle.
14. Kicking the head of a
grounded opponent.
15. Kneeing the head of a
grounded opponent.
16. Stomping a grounded opponent.
17. Kicking to the kidney
with the heel.
18. Spiking an opponent to
the canvas on his head or
neck.
19. Throwing an opponent out
of the ring or fenced area.
20. Holding the shorts or
gloves of an opponent.
21. Spitting at an opponent.
22. Engaging in an unsportsmanlike
conduct that causes an injury
to an opponent.
23. Holding the ropes or the
fence.
24. Using abusive language
in the ring or fenced area.
25. Attacking an opponent
on or during the break.
26. Attacking an opponent
who is under the care of the
referee.
27. Attacking an opponent
after the bell has sounded
the end of the period of unarmed
combat.
28. Flagrantly disregarding
the instructions of the referee.
29. Timidity, including, without
limitation, avoiding contact
with an opponent, intentionally
or consistently dropping the
mouthpiece or faking an injury.
30. Interference by the corner.
31. Throwing in the towel
during competition.
Ways To Win:
1. Submission by:
* Physical
tap out.
* Verbal tap out.
* Technical knockout by
the referee stopping the
contest.
2. Technical knockout by the
referee stopping the contest.
3. Decision via the scorecards,
including:
* Unanimous decision.
* Split decision.
* Majority decision.
* Draw, including:
o Unanimous
draw.
o Majority draw.
o Split draw.
4. Technical decision.
5. Technical draw.
6. Disqualification.
7. Forfeit.
8. No contest.
Considering your
continued begging off, I think
you should especially heed rule
#29. If I have to chase you, it's
just going to take longer.
--
Regards,
Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
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Chickenshit, you
have the address. As much as I
respect Mr. Von Vockerman, you're
going to have to come here, assclown.
And once you get here, no amount
of martial art, UFC or whatever
you fantasize you know is going
to save your ass. I'm going to
knock every last ounce of shit
out of you the minute you get
in my face - and that's a fucking
guarantee. You show up, fag boy,
you _WILL_ go out on a stretcher
- or worse.
Bank on it.
Take the tough-guy crap and shove
it up your ass. I've seen your
picture, and you ain't shit. I'd
even offer to go one hand tied,
but it'll be way too much fun
beating your lame, skanky ass
into the concrete with both hands.
You've already been branded as
a coward, you son-of-a-bitch.
If you don't like it, come here
and do something about it.
Eat shit and die, you motherfucking
pussy. Go back to your bathhouse
where you can pretend to be a
hot shit. You ain't nothin' here,
faggot.
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Steve,
Let me get this
straight: You are refusing to
meet me, a 5' 7" 170 lb "pansy-assed
Liberal", on neutral ground,
with clearly establish rules and
waivers against liability signed.
Even after I gave you several
handicaps. Instead, the only way
you will fight me is if I travel
all the way to Dallas, to your
gated community, giving you ample
warning to round up your fat,
pimp gun toting wank buddies or,
more likely, making a dive at
the phone to call 911.
That tells me
all about you that I need to know.
No, Steve, you've
branded me a coward but you are
never going to live this down.
I think all the people you threaten,
and all the people targeted by
your talk of concussions and stomping
will be amused by the way you
handle yourself when offered a
fair fight on a level field.
Basically that
you are a coward, but not completely
stupid. Just very stupid. Although
I am only two years younger than
you, lifestyle choices are obvious.
I bike 20 miles a day on a dual
suspension mountain bike on hilly
terrain at an average speed of
18.7 MPH. I lift weights at least
5 hours a week. I can bench press
over 50 lbs more than my own weight.
As a foil fencer I proved to have
more fast-twitch muscle than the
average person which would enable
me to smack you three times before
the first shot even registered
in your dimwitted brain. Not only
do I have a scar on my hand from
punching past the teeth of a scumbag
like you, but I also have scars
on my side from when I was stabbed
in a fight and proceeded to beat
the stuffing out of the person
who stabbed me.
In a word, your
only choice is to talk shit and
hide at a distance behind your
security gate with a stacked deck.
You simply stink
of fear.
Good choice, still.
Albeit the cowardly choice of
someone who is obviously pissing
their pants at the prospect of
actually facing up to his talk
and going down like a real man,
but probably the right choice
for you.
Go back to your
message boards and your BBS and
continue to play out your fantasy.
Keep fighting the passive Liberals
of your imagination. If you change
your mind and decide to act like
a man, Liberals like me who will
fight back will be waiting for
you.
You're a poor
excuse for a man, Crager.
--
Regards,
Mykeru
www.mykeru.com
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Well, that's that. Steve Crager declined
to meet me half way under controlled conditions
terms that would make it even more difficult
to back out, insisting that he will only play
if the field is radically tilted in his favor.
Now he will no doubt make himself busy like
a good keyboard commando gloating about how
he showed me.
Poor fucker.
So, I said there was going to be a point,
didn't I?
Well, the first point is that this entire
saga with Steve Crager will be turned into
a site feature and meta tagged to be picked
up by Google just like the Ben
Burch Experience. When more people inevitably
run into this jerk, they should be aware what
kind of a malicious coward they are dealing
with.
The more important point is to note how wingnuts
like Crager are not only given to living in
their own little fantasy world, but only deal
with the fantastic parody of passive, easily
bullied leftists that they invent there. Each
time someone on the left attempts to accommodate
assholes like this, it's just taken as a sign
of weakness and encourages them. That's how
bullies operate. Oddly enough, although the
arch morons of the right wing deal in a bifurcated
world-view of the strong and the weak, it's
obvious that many of them, like Crager, are
draw to this dominating political snake oil
exactly because it is they who are weak. In
some cases both mentally and physically. In
Crager's case there's the added bonus of transparent
sexual confusion barely concealed by gay-obsessed
taunting.
Nothing inspires such fear and anger in the
right wing, from the top politicians and pundits
down to the peasant pikemen, like the prospect
of people on the left who are simply sick
of their shit and willing to fight back, both
in words, fists and if the right should ever
try to make their "liberal hunting"
a reality, with bullets.
Can you see parallels between cowardly net
bullies like Steve Crager who can't seem to
work up any personal courage when their own
ass is on the line and a Commander-in-Chief
who has sent thousands to their deaths and
brought death to thousands more and yet couldn't
work up the balls to serve in combat when
he had the chance to fight a war he supported
or bother to show up for the National Guard
service that kept him out of combat? Yet he
actively smeared political opponents who did
serve in combat and have the missing limbs
to prove it. How about the Young Republicans
cheerleading a war in which thousands of innocents
have died for no reason other than right wing
muscle flexing that serves no legitimate strategic
purpose, provided their ignorant, entitled
asses don't have to fight it. Serving one's
country in time of war is obviously an honor
reserved for "little people". How
about an administration that claims keeping
the American people safe is job one, and yet
compromises national security by outing a
CIA agent working on WMD and the CIA front
company she worked for, in order to discredit
a critic in the most underhanded and cowardly
manner? The list of right wing bullying is
long and ignominious, from rounding up people
at random and imprisoning them without due
process to Fox News assholes cutting off the
microphones of critics who get the better
of them, and examples of their hypocrisy and
overwhelming cowardice is even longer.
The lunatic right wing, from the top to the
bottom, the politicians, the pundits and the
tools who follow them, are mean, vicious,
unprincipled and, when anyone bothers to stand
against them and call bullshit, as yellow
as a stream of piss.
The disconnect between how the right wing
tough guys see themselves and how we, and
the rest of the world see them, is caused
by their every thought directed away from
recognizing what everyone one else should
be able to see: They are not strong-armed
ubermen, but simply weak bullies and flabby
cowards.
Originally posted: Thursday,
July 14, 2005
It's Official...
Steve Crager, AKA Lord
Spatula, is to pussies what Carlsbad Caverns
is to a hollow in a rock.
I received notice from intermediary Victor
Von Vockerman that Steve has refused the "Nashville
Compromise" which would have allowed
me to slap some of the wingnuttiness out of
him and so has forfeited:
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Sir,
It is over.
Mr. Crager gave his 'final word'
and so I am dismissed
as a mediator.
I have entered my final post
to the Rottwieler board
on yours as well, in the last
"end of spatula"
section, along with a brief explanation
of my overly
idealistic hopes for the outcome
of the proposed
match.
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Wow, here's a guy who makes it his business
to threaten people over the net, and is a
part of a net presence that has even toyed
with soliciting
assault and perhaps even murder, and yet
when one of them has to put his own ass on
the line, suddenly he doesn't have quite enough
piss and vinegar to follow through. Sort of
like the contribution many Republicans make
to fighting
wars they otherwise support: By letting
someone else do it.
I was going to give a rundown of events,
but Dr. Pepper, a poster on the Anti-Idiotarian
Rotweiler thread devoted to Steve Crager's
puffery saved me the trouble with this bit
of brilliance:
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Crager,
Y'know, the most
interesting thing about this whole
farrago is that your conduct has
completely laid bare the Right
Wing capacity for self-delusion
and cognitive dissonance.
Consider the progression
of events, step by step.
1) Reverend Mykeru
writes a blog entry calling on
all the self-aggrandizing little
right wing half-men who continually
abuse and threaten him via e-mail,
to pay him a visit and spew their
bile in person.
2) You read it,
posted your address, and told
him to bring it on.
3) Mykeru, quite
rightly, remarks that since the
post you responded to specifically
asked wingnuts to come to him,
to grow a sack, stick a pair of
balls in it and spew their venom
to his face, there was no way
he was going to travel 1300 miles
to your home to fight you on your
turf in front of your pimp gun
toting buddies.
As an added inducement
to you, he pointed you to a map
of his location.
4) You and Mykeru
exchange several e-mails. You,
repeating your challenge and calling
Mykeru gay in increasingly elaborate
ways (demonstrating that you can't
clear your head of man-on-man
suck/fuck imagery for even the
time it takes to write an e-mail),
Mykeru taking the piss out of
you.
5) Mykeru, tiring of your incessant
homoeroticism and macho bullshit,
proposes a compromise. He will
meet you anywhere along the midpoint
between your two locations.
6) You refuse.
Onlookers begin to suspect you're
a cowardly, fat, smack talking
bitch in urgent need of a spine
donor.
7) Victor Von
Vockerman steps in with a proposal
to host the fight in Nashville,
which is more or less exactly
halfway between your and Mykeru's
respective locations. He generously
offers to arrange a neutral venue,
hire a referee, a medic, present
you both with liability waivers,
and offers to pay your way should
the expense prove too great. In
other words, he offers to put
himself through a lot of serious
hassle to make it as easy as possible
for you to make good on your threat.
8) Mykeru accepts
unreservedly. He e-mails you to
notify you of his decision and
also to inform you that he is
prepared to offer you several
handicaps as an added inducement.
9) You bloviate
like the sad, morally vacant pusbag
you are, repeat your increasingly
hollow threats, and claim victory.
It's clear who the coward is.
Now, I mentioned
cognitive dissonance at the start
of my post. I'm not big on pop
psychology but if the phenomenon
does exist, you are it's perfect
poster gerbi... uh, child. Your
continued insistence on inviting
people like Wulfgar to split your
head indicates just how oblivious
you are to your recent humiliation,
and how disconnected you are from
reality.
You are a fat,
fuzzy, spineless waste of good
oxygen that could have been put
to better use fuelling a Christmas
fire at an orphanage, or perhaps
transporting plague. You have
failed at life and seem intent
on dragging others down with you.
You fancy yourself as a modern
amalgamation of J.B. Books and
Kublai Khan, but as soon as the
fight is taken outside the protective
cocoon of your gated complex,
you betray yourself as being yellower
than a streak of piss. Your ideology
is laughably primitive, little
more than a collage of soulless
soundbites and vague caricatures
of weak kneed liberals, caricatures
which Mykeru has proven to be
inaccurate.
You take the existence
of your dick as an article of
faith, as you have been unable
to either see or touch it for
several years. You have your own
parking space by your favourite
McDonald's drive-thru.
You are a fool,
a sad and simple fool. For perhaps
the first time, the rest of the
world sees you for what you really
are, and we're laughing our fucking
heads off.
However, all is not lost. You
still have time to mend your ways
and become a respectable member
of society again. I would start
by:
A) Apologizing
to Mykeru.
B) Swearing from this day forth
never to issue another CSITMF
challenge.
C) Getting in shape. I recommend
taking up swimming as it shapes
and tones simultaneously.
D) Rein in your hyperbole and
realise that liberals are not
axiomatically bad people, and
are not your natural enemy, but
that you make enemies of them
through your behaviour.
P.S. Please don't humiliate yourself
further by posting yet another
CSITMF challenge. Not only do
we live on different continents,
but even if you were my own lodger,
I doubt I'd be able to entice
you from your room to make good
on your talk.
Posted by Dr Pepper
at July 14, 2005 09:47 AM
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Sweet.
What we've got here is a man whose last fight
was a losing struggle between his own stunted
willpower and a bag of Krispy Kreme donuts.
Of course, these comments by Dr. Pepper seem
to have disappeared down the memory hole where
originally posted, but the thread is entertaining
to read, especially for what right-wing sacks
of shit think of my "deviant art".
The Nazis called worthwhile art which, of
course, they didn't like Entarte
Kunst, which means, literally "degenerate
art", so I must be doing something right.
However, in order to make my work more accessible
to wingnut morons in the future, I plan on
adding a series of pieces depicting dogs playing
poker. Also of note is how they comment on
my using "martial arts equipment",
which is apparently a republicunt term-of-art
for an inflatable punching bag I bought on
the cheap at Filene's basement. Sometimes
I just get the nagging feeling that they just
don't get it. Like when someone is making
fun of them. This is what you get from wingnut
keyboard warriors with asses like cookie dough
who, apparently, have never actually seen
so much as a cheap piece of exercise equipment
before, much less used one.
Crooks
and Liars, one of the few A-List blogs
that ever bother to converse with my lowness,
was kind enough to link to this non-important
issue and I've spent some time wading through
the comments here, there and on Apostropher's
site. Most people are right about one
thing: The entire incident was a childish,
stupid, gutter-slumming exercise. However,
it did serve a purpose.
First, it can be used to continue to humiliate
a particularly malignant net bully whose threats
could have a chilling effect on discourse
if the people threatened are unaware that
he's just a big pussy.
Second, it could generally dissuade people
from the notion that liberals are doormats
that will not take a stand and fight. Unfortunately,
that's not always true. People on the left
can expect to be undercut by the congenitally
morally superior liberals who demand that
we all lay down in the doorway of thugs with
a script "welcome" and plastic daisies
glued to our backs. Commenter johnx:
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Whatever the actual costs
turns out to be, I pledge $381.00.
Why not send this money to doctors
without borders or Global Exchange.
Beats sending it to two dudes
who can't come up with anything
better to do than threaten violence
upon each other.
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Yeah, why not ignore it, walk away? Certainly
don't stand up and call some asshole's bluff
and follow through. Better just adopt the
righteously apathetic attitude that has served
the left so well of late. You know, like when
both Al Gore and John Kerry thought it beneath
them to answer craven attacks made on them
by the Bush campaign and their surrogates.
Of course, that gained them huge moral points
with the American public and swept them into
the White House. No, sorry: Just kidding there.
In point of fact, enough people thought they
were pussies for not fighting back for it
to decide both elections.
Jesus Christ, talk about having nothing better
to do.
Remember Michael
Dukakis?
Bernard Shaw, the moderator of the debate,
asked Dukakis, "Governor, if Kitty
Dukakis [his wife] were raped and murdered,
would you favor an irrevocable death penalty
for the killer?" Dukakis replied coolly,
"No, I don't, and I think you know
that I've opposed the death penalty during
all of my life." The reply was sincere
and well-put, but Dukakis' answer lacked
the emotion needed for a question in which
he was forced to consider his wife's death.
Many believe that this gaffe in part cost
Dukakis the election.
Does this little net dust-up matter in the
great scheme of things? It sure as hell doesn't.
But the principle does. Exactly how big does
the issue have to be, how cowardly the attack,
before people get it into their thick, appeasing,
refuses-to-learn-from-mistakes skulls to fight
back? A bogus politically motivated impeachment
fiasco? Interrupted elections where the winner
was appointed by fiat? How about a completely
needless war where thousands have already
died? How many times do douchebags on the
right have to call people traitors, impugn
their patriotism, defy logic, engage in rank
hypocrisy before people simply defend their
own interests? How many people have to die
before anyone actually gives a shit? Better
yet, if some right wingers were bitch slapped
earlier, we might have prevented injury to
innocents instead of salving our guilty consciences
for having done nothing by sending
them money to bind their wounds after the
fact.
We're a nation of thugs now, and perhaps
we've always been. Of course, being cowardly,
we prefer our thuggery by proxy. Sixty to
one hundred thousand dead Iraqis? No problem.
Or, at least, not a problem like having to
pay extra at the gas pump. Gitmo? Condoning
torture? Why sure, as long as what happens
over there doesn't ruin the good time and
deluded notion of people who go along that
they are decent. Getting to guy by fucking
with his wife's career at the CIA? Hey, it's
just politics.
Can we please stop putting up with this shit?
Yes, I know Steve Crager and the Anti-Idiotarian
idiots aren't responsible for all that in
even the most microscopic way. He's a nobody.
Then again, it was 535 nobodies that got Bush
in the White House, as determined by the Supreme
Court, and so nobodies do mean something,
at least so far as they can exert the influence
of stupid people in groups. But it's waiting
for the mythical one deciding battle that
has gotten not only the left, but basically
decent people in general, marginalized. There's
no one fight, only small incremental battles
where one can lose by being pecked to death
by these egg laying chickens.
Luckily, the comments are filled with people
who actually get the point. Far more than
I can quote and do justice to all their support.
You may notice that Rove's outing of Valerie
Plame was, among other things, to insinuate
that Joseph Wilson was a wussy doing his wife's
bidding. This sort of denigration of manhood
is a Rove specialty, and coming from someone
who looks like the last kid to be picked for
kickball, it's not at all surprising. Sure,
everyone is a wuss, but Karl Rove is a real
man, Machiavellian version, yet it took two
years to find out who did the leak, the whole
time Rove hunkering down expecting the people
he leaked to to protect him. I guess you can
figure out why the Anti-Idiotarians and Lord
Spatula have an obsessive need to knock everyone
down a few pegs along with the inability to
think of anything without it relating, somehow,
to man-on-man sex.
The fact that they turned out to be, ultimately,
rank cowards is the least surprising thing
about the whole affair.
And to those who think all this was unconstructive,
it's simply not the case that standing up
and fighting back will cause unpleasantness
and even violence. The unpleasantness and
violence are already happening. The
question is at what point do you let the people
advocating it, committing it, enabling it
go no further? No matter what the problem,
part of it has always been people who not
only do nothing, but think apathy is the moral
choice. They're the people who might not sit
still to be gummed to death by toothless rottweilers,
but for some odd reason they think everyone
else should.
So, what does Steve Crager have to say about
all this? As you can imagine, he is puffed
up extra big for the occassion in Coupla
things you cowardly leftist fucks need to
realize, obviously feeling fine in his
new suit.
One last thing, and it's probably
nothing, really.
While looking into Covington
Pointe apartments, where Steve Crager
lives, and where I learned that anyone who
would go to say it to Mr. Crager's face would
have to get past a security gate first, I
came across a number of people who were on
the Dallas, Texas sex offender registry living
there. You can check yourself: Follow this
link, check the zip code radio button
and select 75248, then look for anyone living
at 5330 Bent Tree Forest, Dallas TX 75248.
There's three or four that I noticed off the
bat, including one guy who is on probation
for sexual assault on a child. He's the one
in the inset photo. Then I went back and had
a look at Crager's posse.
Nah, I'm probably just imagining
things. Forget I said anything. But hey, at
least that guy has a legitimate excuse for
not leaving the state: He can't. Unless Crager
has the same parole officer, he's still got
to come up with a halfway believable one.
Well,
you know how it is with wingnuts and family
values. For example, Crager seems to be the
type of guy who won't let anything come between
him and visitation rights to his kid, except
when it concerns a few bucks:
And no, we still haven't figured
out what Crager did to that poor dog.
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