This morning, ever the feckless putz, Hinderaker feels taunting about a war, about 80 years later… is perfectly okay at a soccer match (one the Brits would have lost, without OUR help BTW). [That is, the evidence is overwhelming that the Brits would be living in a Nazi-state / world now, had we not made the Best Generation’s sacrifices. Truth is, we might be, as well. But that is, as they say… a time out of mind.]
No — this is on John’s general propensity to be a churlish dick.
He lauds the British soccer hooligans singing a song solely to humiliate Germans who had nothing to do with Nazism, about the darkest days of some of their grandads’ pasts.
Charming.
So — turnabout is always fair play, when dealing with putzes.
Hey John — sorry the burgers were burned when your propane tanked / faked bar-b-q went awry in late January. I realize you have many enemies, but how is it possible that the cops haven’t figured out who did it?
Could it be… that the cops don’t feel particularly motivated to solve these cases — where racist dicks… are the putative victims?
Gee… I wonder.
Of geese, and gander, John. Geese — and gander. Um… too soon?!
Out.
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