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No. I'm thinking Ann Landers on LSD and Jack Daniels at the same time. God, how do you read this drivel? Just reading your Cliff notes on Amanduh makes me feel like my head is fixing to explode.

Do you think Amanduh's head would explode if you pointed out the Free Markets/Capitalism definitions and that they are not interchangeable. Tim Worstall would occasionally venture over there to try and explain economics to them but I think he gave up when he saw the enormity of the task.

Dear god, how do you do this?

I found incredibly funny that Amanduh never actually got around to saying what (she thought) capitalism was in that post. She seems to think it's some set of business practices or ethics.

Actually, the biggest laugh I got out of Amanduh recently was a post where this self proclaimed "music snob" admitted that she thought singer Neko Case was a Canadian, not a southerner. Case's first solo album is titled "The Virginian."

Isn't it wonderful that Punkass Marc is keeping Amanda out of circulation? And by wonderful, I mean really, really, really wonderful?

One really annoying habit that Amanda has that she really over uses the word really. I mean she really, really loves that word. It must come from her background as an English major.

You know, maybe Roger Simon was right. Maybe you are some obsessive lunatic.

Since I really need a Sex Toy Of Death in my love arsenal, Dennis, I'll give you the hands down winner of Amanda latest inanity.

It has got to be # 6

or maybe #9

shit, number 3 made me chuckle hard too.

Whatever. None of these men need to be in possession of a Sex Toy Of Death, it might give Amanda an easy excuse to verbally assault the public with new, gross waves of sentences that ignorantly butcher the language and leave all rational thought in a steaming, jizz filled puddle of crazy.

Hey, I'd rather be an obsessive lunatic that be Roger Simon. For one thing, your basic obsessive lunatic has a better rep!

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