One of the RIA old-timers now, comes and goes with the jarring aplomb of a hit man with a raging case of diaper rash. It seems that just when you think he’s never coming back there he is presenting us with yet another of his vitriolic blasts. And, when he’s satisfied that he’s set all the hayseeds, retards, droolers, and hicks straight (which apparently comprise about 98% of the human race) and he has given nearly any belief system, positive thought or idea going another swift kick in the kahonies, he retreats back into the darkness of the city night to offer up a prayer of thanksgiving to himself for his obvious extreme superiority.
Offensive – oh, just a bit.