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I just had a freeper encounter at a "family" cookout. This guy is no relation directly. He is a major freeper fundy idiot. A 300-pounder SUV-driving, repuke voting, anti-choice shitstain of the first order. The hostess (my sister) and I have numerous family members who live along the worst-affected areas, from Mobile to Gulfport-Biloxi to New Orleans to down the Delta from New Orleans, so Katrina and its aftermath was the main topic of the day. My family are all fine and gathered in Mobile. (We are very lucky!) They are all repukes, but have done a 180 and blame the bushturd for the devastation, poor response and for letting the disaster become so much worse.
This clown kept asking the group leading questions on all the RW talking points, which I headed off by telling everyone what really happened or is going on. He kept trying to deflect blame from Bush, to blame the victims, to blame local officials, to blame Clinton. It was absurd. He was extremely ill informed, so it was easy to make him look like an idiot. After four tries to preach his putrid puke bullshit to the group resulted only in him being shown to be a fool, he didn't say another word.
I've been avoiding these vermin for a few years, so I had forgotten how stupid and ignorant and bigoted they are. They know nothing but a few Limbaugh-fed talking points. call them on their lies and they either resort to screaming or they shut up. Limbaugh and Insannity predigest this bile for them, regurgitate it down their gullets and they swallow it hook line and sinker. Repukes, indeed.
When he realized that no one believed him, this asshat shut the fuck up.
I realize this is an archetypal fought-the-freeper-and-won story. Sorry.
Yesterday, I was house-huntintg with my daughters. I'm losing my house and most of my life savings due to the Bush Enronomy, so I'm moving way down.
We visited one place that was obviously the home of a freeper. (The reseidents leave while we look at the houses.) Coulter books and rabidly racist and ignorant RW tomes littered the cheap furniture. Upstairs, Faux News was blaring on a TV in the bedroom. I changed the channel to MSNBC. I debated C-Span or PBS, but settled on a station he might not have noticed was different from his usual pablum. I restrained myself and did nothing else. A few, um, juicy ideas did occur to me, but I let them go. Turd is asking at least 25% more than his little dump is worth.
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