This is NOT news . . .

I have suspected several bloggers on this site of being paid conservative operatives and have accused several of them as being such.

No one will ever accuse you of being paid for the crap you post . All you do is insult .

As for paid bloggers, the left is not without money . They do it too . Try walking a middle line like me and you get shot at by both sides .

Only those who deserve it like pricks like you and your so called middle line that is totally ultraconservative you racist prick.

You have a lot of hate in you...are you an abused child ? Wouldnt you like to make one post that isnt full of hate and bile ? Just for the novelty sake .

The first time you post something that is truthful prick, I will return a like post. But dont try to bullshit me its been tried by people a hell of a lot smarter than you.

You mean the first time I agree with you...a legend in your own mind .

Have you ever heard of "grumpy old men" ? The type who is bitter and full of hatred, a lot like you actually .

As opposed to lying young men who dont know their ass from a hole in the ground prick.

RABEL 222 really is a dour, sour guy! I had not really noticed him much until recently. perhaps because he is so dark and negative.

Snap out of it pal! You injure yourself far more than others by this.

Here's a couple of gifts for RABEL in the hope he will see the wisdom; seize the day; and live.

First the Persian Bard, but translated by an Irishman

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly--and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.

And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend, ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust Descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and--sans End!


My favorite Englishnman

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.

Wow, that comment about you always insulting is totally untrue! My father would say consider the source.

Here is something all might find interesting. I think the Powers woman is someone who is using one form to argue another: https://onpoint.wbur.org/2015/05/26/meaning-of-free-speech

I would prefer Rabel's company to the one he was angry with.

Yes, I try to be reasonable and state my opinion on topics but with people like baldy and Ionus that dosent work because they are into insults and lies so I have decided to join in. When necessary I can be a bastard, after all I worked in a steelmill for 42 years.

Insults and lies? Pot meet kettle. You are always the first to insult and call people liars. It's seems to be your only response. Can't prove someone wrong? Call them a liar and then never prove it. It's your MO Rabel.