Well…Maybe I was Wrong

Using the Google cache?  When have I ever deleted anything?

Under other circumstances, I might think that some good advice had finally penetrated that dented skull like a masonry bit.


…apparently not.

He refuses to take back the power he has given away to no one who wants it.

What a coward.

What a weeping pussy.

What a disgrace to the name of Leonidas.  “Ephialtes?  May you live…forever.”

…with your shame.

Under the porch, where you belong.

I guess he’ll never see me in court.

But I’ll see him! Next week, in Westminster!


Author: Paul Krendler

The Thinking Man's Zombie

7 thoughts on “Well…Maybe I was Wrong”

  1. You could walk up and introduce yourself, and the lhttp://thinkingmanszombie.com/2016/09/well-maybe-i-was-wrong/ wouldn't believe you. Dementia. And stooooooopid.

    1. Me too. I'm assuming Bill is putting on his big-boy rubber pants and travelling to Westminster for a Motions hearing, with the intention of declaring loudly, "I call THAT GUY!"

      Those rubber pants really cut the wind resistance when you're on a scooty-puff.

  2. You're going to the grand Bitchslapping?

    Take photos. We'll buy the popcorn and make an evening of the travel slides.


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