On Sat, 05 Jun 2010 00:05:20 -0500, Don Foreman
wrote:

On Fri, 04 Jun 2010 15:52:11 -0700, wrote:



Get a clue, man. Your metamorphosis into gummer 2.0 is accelerating.

Wayne

A conspiracy theory for death,
Noir fancies that recall MacBeth.
The foul stench of fear,
Or a fart from the rear?
Perhaps we're just smelling Wayne's breath.

Wayne likens himself to Al Gore
And Obama, and possibly more.
Move over, Sky Daddy,
Defer to this laddie
With the off-the-charts arrogance score.

Of substandard performance in school,
He likes to dispense ridicule.
Because he's anonymous
He can be eponymous
With his favorite partisan fool.

His obsession with one Gunner Asche,
While living himself on no cash,
Defines his existance
With posessed persistance
That portends a paranoid crash.

Conspiracies contrived to crisp 'em?
Wayne clearly would rather not risk 'em.
He's like Barack and Gore
But Sky Daddy spoor.
Hail mother of Wayne, pax vobiscum!

Previous quotes -

Wayne: "It seems to me you that you're spending a lot of time lately
creating silly narratives about things that you "don't have a problem
with"

Don: "Only a little"

Riiiiiight.

Hey, weasel don, you spent how long on your latest flame, but couldn't
find time to explain your assertion that "Gunner did include me on a
list of potential participants" (in the great cull). But gummer says
you *aren't* on any lists. Whatsamatter, insufficient "field craft" to
resolve the contradiction?

The Sons of Timothy McVeigh - General Gummy directing ops from his
one-quarter/one-half/three-quarter "acreage" "ranch" "mined" against
bill collectors. And Private Foreman, toiling over the day's sortie:
smear poetry.

With only 18 months to go, you guys need to step it up to ~26k
lamp-post hangings per day if you intend to meet mission goals. That's
gonna' be difficult when all you have is two phonies giving
old-fartdom a bad name. You might need to start taking vitamins or
something.

Wayne