Since September I've had the same comment awaiting approval:
Happy 9/11 you Krist-killin' Pentagon-poundin' tower-topplin' Ziocon!
I don't have the heart to reject it, because it makes me feel like an outsider and I strive to be an outsider. Not "using tears as lubricant while making sweet love to my rabbit" outsider, but an outsider from the status quo. The only problem is that classifying oneself as an "outsider" is a pretty status quo thing to do.
It's ouroboros, the snake eating its tail -which incidently is a lot like my sex life. But enough about crying!
I obviously didn't want to approve the comment for fear that it would seem like I tolerate such malarky. I'm not 100% sure it is malarky, but I like typing the word so that's what you're stuck reading. I don't care, I'm lazy and can't be bothered to think up a better word. That's how little I regard you, kind reader. Well, I guess I regard you enough to call you kind, but that's more rancorous sarcasm than anything else.
Anyway, if you feel the need to comment on the blog try to steer clear of referring to me as a Ziocon (which I assume is a portmanteau of "Zionist" and "Neocon" - neither of which I am). However, feel free to call me handsome, creative or a chronic sobber with a penchant for self-hating verbal masturbation.
All of which I assume are true. At least the last one. OK, maybe not all of the last one, but at least the masturbation part.
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