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   trolling around in messageboards
Monday, June 30 2003

Fucking with people in real life far too often results in consequences, so I prefer the safety of throwing monkeywrenchs into people's online worlds to see how they respond. Today I was trolling around in messageboards for the wives of American marines. I was disappointed by the anemic quality of the posts, so I served them a little of my trademark red meat:


At CMT.com:

YEAH! If people don't like this country and don't support our president absolutely and completely - they ought to move to Russia and try living under the British for awhile. I tell you - when the French crashed those airplanes into the world trade center back on 911 - where were all the liberals? That's right - they were eating croissants and drinking French wine. I say we go to Cuba and get Osama bin Hussein and teach him a lesson!!

I hated Bill Clinton because he got to have sex in the White House while I was busy fufiulling the terms of my virginity pledge (it wasn't hard to do actually) but Bush is such a good president that I'd make an exception for him even if I were to find out he was having sex with an intern.


And another thing.

GW BUSH FOUGHT FOR OUR COUNTRY IN THE TEXAS NATIONAL GUARD during Vietnam. He was so traumatized by his combat experience that he was forced to turn to the bottle - something he didn't recover from until he turned forty. I don't think any of you all have any basis to talk smack about this man.


At MarineWives.com:

I think perhaps you've been listening to a few too many Dixie Chicks and John Cougar Mellenhead songs. Toughen up, girl! My husband is in the Marines - he's actually a member of the baddest unit over there - and I love it! It really pleases me to think of him splattering those sand monkeys who blew up the Empire State building. Those creeps have it coming! And if he bayonnettes a few of their babies - well that's fewer of 'em our kids have to worry about. Semper fi!

You can just post your own screwy comments to the Marine Wives directly:

Creative Writing:

Your Name:   REQUIRED
Your E-Mail:
"who@where"
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Your Website:
include the http://
(visit)
City, State: ,

(If you know of a crazier bunch of Marine wives, be sure to let me know.)

Mavis, our latest cat acquisition, spends nearly all of her days in my laboratory. She sleeps for hours at a time back behind stuff in the low-ceilinged areas, but when she's awake she mostly wants to sit in my lap. I don't much appreciate cats in my lap when I'm trying to use a computer. I think what I hate the most is how they flick their ears in irriation as my wrists brush against them.
At night we've had to keep the laboratory closed because Mavis is fond of yowling loudly into echoy rooms whenever she thinks she's all by herself. (She also does this into the bathroom, but not quite as much.)

The weather took a turn for the cooler today, enough so that I shut the windows in my laboratory this evening.

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