Oh, so now it's the ‘you're afraid of the truth’ defense? You’re out here begging me to read through your post history like it’s some kind of holy scripture, but the second I press you for a real response, you default to middle school-level insults. Typical liberal coping mechanism.
First it was Massie, then it was ‘better things to do,’ then it was ‘just go read my past posts,’ and now we’re at the online stalker and boyfriend jokes. That’s four deflections deep. It would be quite impressive if you weren't such a mental midget.
Now that it’s clear you’ve got nothing left to say, you’re trying to bow out while throwing one last weak jab.
So, let's go ahead and put this into words you'll understand. You lost, loser. Now you have my permission to run along, and to keep telling yourself you ‘won,’ and to pretend this never happened. I won’t stop you.
There it is!!!! the final stage of defeat. No counterpoints, no arguments left, just weak name-calling and a forced ‘bye’ to make yourself feel better.
You came in thinking you had something to say. Now you're leaving with nothing but embarrassment. Run along, little guy. This wasn’t your fight.
Oh, so now it's the ‘you're afraid of the truth’ defense? You’re out here begging me to read through your post history like it’s some kind of holy scripture, but the second I press you for a real response, you default to middle school-level insults. Typical liberal coping mechanism.
First it was Massie, then it was ‘better things to do,’ then it was ‘just go read my past posts,’ and now we’re at the online stalker and boyfriend jokes. That’s four deflections deep. It would be quite impressive if you weren't such a mental midget.
Now that it’s clear you’ve got nothing left to say, you’re trying to bow out while throwing one last weak jab.
So, let's go ahead and put this into words you'll understand. You lost, loser. Now you have my permission to run along, and to keep telling yourself you ‘won,’ and to pretend this never happened. I won’t stop you.
There it is!!!! the final stage of defeat. No counterpoints, no arguments left, just weak name-calling and a forced ‘bye’ to make yourself feel better.
You came in thinking you had something to say. Now you're leaving with nothing but embarrassment. Run along, little guy. This wasn’t your fight.
The fact that you need to declare yourself the winner proves you lost. Real wins don’t need announcements. Run along now