There’s an epithet you’ll find around the web, it’s in the post title. In fact, it *is* the post title. Apart from depicting a fairly disgusting sexual practice it has been used as a name for Jim Robinson of FR.
Having taken note of his latest begathon hoopla, I have sort of concluded that it is entirely deserved. I don’t generally hold with genitalia-cussing or even underpants-jokes; they’re mostly more stupid than they’re worth. But in this case, maybe not.
Anyway, I see the legless lardster is spinning around FR continuing his libel of Mesta as part of his ongoing swindle of the Freepers. Hey, Rimjob: you know who I am, and where I am. And still you hide, you jellyroll. No phone number available, your email seems to be permanently dead, and if you have ever had an actual accountant I suspect it was the guy who was stripped of his law license.
So much for FR, the roadkill of US “politics”.
But what I really wonder, keeping this year’s experience in mind, is this: how many Freepers have you actually killed? You know, chasing the mammon in your pitiful little zottopaloozas?
I think that is something that should be looked closely at. Don’t you?
Oh, and I couldn’t resist this deliciously ironic piece of graphics from one of your beggar lieutenants:
Give up your freedoms all who enter here, or Jim goes bankrupt :).