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Ron Paul and his Nazi Friends
I don’t have to even tell you how amazingly predictable the Paulites are.
First, they come out and insult me back because, hey, I’m cussing at them. It’s not polite to cuss, and it makes you look like a fool, donchaknow? After all, being in league with people claiming that Genocide of Jews is a great idea isn’t actually filthier than the word “Fuck”, but calling somebody a “shithead” is beyond the pale.
Those Nazis do apparently have their standards.
Next up in the “What a freak that guy Banagor is” category, we have the “I’m not an anti-Semite because I just hate Israel/my best friends are Jewish/I just don’t like Zionists” excuse.
Well, we just have to take a look at this place to see, replete with a swastika “avatar” mind you, that Ron Paul supporters aren’t really Nazis - they just like to play them on the internet.
Naturally, we get the deluge of “Ron Paul can’t be blamed for whom he attracts because of his platform” routine. Naturally. He can be blamed for not ripping them a new asshole in a very public way and telling them to get the hell away from his campaign. He hasn’t done that yet. I blame him for that. I blame him for it because he doesn’t disagree with them at all. If he did disagree with them he would have done it by now. The reason he hasn’t done it is because he likes them. He is sympathetic to their ideas. He agrees with them at least in part. That makes him a Nazi tool in my book.
Again, I don’t care what his economic policies are unless he is a decent human being; he isn’t, because he consorts with the scum of humanity. So I really won’t listen to anything else he has to say because I will never, ever, vote for him. And I will do my utmost to deride him, and his supporters, in making sure that he never, ever, becomes President of the United States.
I’ll be vile, and atrociously hyperbolic, and I will mock and laugh at him in a cruel and derisive way. I’ll use “bad” words and filthy ones as well to describe him. But it won’t matter one whit to me because nothing is so vile, filthy, and crude as those who stand with him whispering in his ear to his placid nods and smiles.
“Fuck” doesn’t have anything on that.
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