Bill Casselman, new member, says goodbye!

Who is Bill Casselman anyway....

Owing to his short temper and long ego though, his contribution to A2K has turned out to be as useful as a parachute in a submarine.

Maybe he wrote the book "How to win friends and influence people" ?

as useful as a parachute in a submarine

Life can slip through our fingers like silken sand. If we are not careful, we can stand mesmerized by the shoosh of those temporal sand grains, and miss what is all about us on this blessed earth. I hope I have not done that. My work has taken me to every province and territory of Canada, where I always try to find time to pursue my chief delight and hobby, the study of words, particularly words and sayings that Canadians have added to the mighty hoard of English. I have travelled in Europe, Africa, and Central America.* But my favourite posto al sole is an old stone farmhouse in Italy which I rent now and then. This little place in the sun, where lemon trees bloom in the garden, has a splendid perch on a hillside overlooking the Bay of Naples near Sorrento. When I'm there, I am.

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I feel these lurking sneaks are probably lonely freaks who got messed up in childhood. They may have been denied licorice as children. Now, here they are, adults working for the vast platoons of sneaks who comprise so much of American government. Poor widdle things! They sit alone all day in the dark staring a government-sneak computer screens, furtively masturbating to color pictures of Condoleezza Rice.

These poor bastards need a break!

Those of us who are being spied on, sneaked up on, eavesdropped on, ought to make some kind of acknowledgment of these morbid dinks.

If your website or blog or place of business in under surveillance by these pathetic cringing lickspittles of Washington buttinskidom, greet them; make little signs saying "Hi!"

Heh-whoa, FBI !

Howdy-Doody, CIA!

Benvenidos, fellatores militares americanos!

Repressed Greetings, Incompetent Home Security Lunatics!

To all you spook fellahs and gals, ex-fatgut militia Bubba-white-trash offspring, all you unthinking buttonpushing nincompoops, all of you glassy-eyed robots and forehead-dead automata, all you there at the Pentagon or hunched under some mountain in Colorado busily buggering one another and your country's future while you record for security purposes the defecatory frequency of Chinese ambassadors as "The Star-Spankled Banner" plays discordantly in the background... I have my own humble message for you, from Bill Casselman, Canadian citizen....


GO F**K YOURSELVES, every f**kin' one of you creepy american snitches.


Far more quickly than you ever suspect, you bullies will be speaking Chinese. Some day very soon. Except, American pals, you'll be the janitors in the state halls of Chinese repression. Or maybe not? Perhaps the Chinese will be as gracious in victory as America under George W. Bush has proved to be to a needy world?

Perfidious Yankees will have plenty of time to repent electing subhuman pieces of **** like George W. Bush and his slimy surround of vice-presidents and cabinet officers drawn from some of the most criminal international companies in the history of the industrial world.


To the American army snitch command, crawling my site every day:

You bunch of eagle-f**king psycho-pervs can kiss my Royal Canadian A$$.

1. F**K THE DUMMIES !

Everywhere in modern culture are soppy do-gooders who want to save the dummies, coddle the brain-dead, wrap up in psychic splints the permanently mentally cleaved...while encouraging the stupid of earth to breed prodigiously and then go on welfare, these friends of dummies would very much like to mess up bright people as often as they can.

Is this mere paranoia by someone who does boast an IQ above that of your average beach pebble? Yes. Therefore offer a reactive mess-up package. Whenever and wherever possible, f**k the dummies.

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The mopers of the world are suckholes and fraidycats.

F**k 'em! Let them shiver and tremble in the dank alleyways. As long as they keep out of the way of those of us who are dancing out in the street.

Cheers!

Satire is a literary technique of writing or art which exposes the follies of its subject (for example, individuals, organizations, or states) to ridicule, often as an intended means of provoking or preventing change. ...

The main intent of satire is political, social, or moral and not comic. The humor of such a satire tends to be subtle, using irony and deadpan humor liberally.

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