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So I went on the rants and raves section of Craigslist.org....

It has to be worse than any badfic I've ever read, want to know why? They go on about politics. But no, not any normal and educated political debate or argument; half the posts are pictures of monkeys (with edited photos of our current President).

I understand the discontentment for the other side, really, I do. I get that had McCain been voted in there would most likely be similar posts to what is being done to Obama. What I don't understand is why there is no actual political argument, all the contents are just crude picture after crude picture. Based on his race no less, not on his actions so far as our President.

Maybe I'm just being hypocritical, since I would see pictures of Bush and find them funny. Yet, I didn't see such a racial comparison of him; most of the time they weren't even edited (the guy held an American Flag backwards, good for giggles).

This post isn't here to spark a debate. I don't mind that someone would dislike our current President. There has not been a time everyone was happy for the elect. I just wish, you know, that people could refrain from such a personal, offensive, and downright depraved exclamation of their dissatisfaction.

I'm not asking everyone love one another, but at least offer an amount of respect.... :(

Uh...I exorcised the Doctor to fulfill a prophecy.

I'm sure he appreciated it.

Just looking for the Board's opinion- I know about the general policy.

I kidnapped Rorschach and beg my fellow PPC agents for forgiveness.

I hope no one is honestly that upset. He's not that cool, so stop your sniveling, you worthless bunch of ingrates. (Watchmen followers...-wanders off, grumbling-)

Well, I want to join the Mary Sue department next month, so I can't kill it. However, I do want someone to handle this thing. Do you plan on asking for permission? If you do, will it be the crossover department? If so, I'd love for you to kill this stupid thing.

No. I haven't even made a Permission request yet. However, I do love "Sweeney Todd" and hate Twilight, so I repeat that you should kill it in the face.

I've obviously gotten spoiled by posting on LJ.

Mine isn't as interesting as everyone else's.

May 8th, 1987: I formed a rock band with the Sunflower Official while I was drunk.

Rock band? Well, I suppose it's useful for hiding brhind when the SO tries to kill me.

Now one of my headvoices has gone FLAMETHROWER-CRAZY. Not that that's a bad thing...

I formed a rock band with Sauron because the voices told me to, apparently.

So what about those of us over 25? Or did the world spring forth into being on January 1st 1983?

Adder: I read C***b***n to J. K. Rowling to fulfill a prophecy. Wow, no wonder she wouldn't sign my copy of Deathly Hallows!

Deuce: I threw a spork at Barack Obama, but everyone laughed at me. What...?

Adder: Well, look on the bright side.

Deuce: What?

Adder: You didn't throw a shoe.

I read C***b***n to Capt. Jack Sparrow, but everyone laughed at me.

(Ten years earlier and I'd have gotten a more accurate ending for the sentence...)

...she went flamethrower-crazy on the Joker and greatly enjoyed the experience.

My mother went flamethrower-crazy on Big Brother, while my father formed a rock band with him. Both of them suspect they have made a mistake (and are probably right).

Okay...

So I read C***b***n to Big Brother out of boredom. Interesting.

1. Misadventures in Middle Earth
   Summary: My OC end up in the Lotr world. I suck at summary's so if a sarcastic twit ending up in the Lotr world and bringing chaos wherever he goes *And quite a few scratches* Is your cup of tea then by all means enjoy. Otherwise you can read somethin
   
   
   Krisp didn't quite understand what happened. One moment he was chatting with South and Whatev, and the next, he was there. He didn't know where, apart from the fact it looked like a fantasy world. South would have told him which one, but he wasn't there. Well, Krisp would have to find out by himself.
   He was currently into some woods, with, well, random trees and other various plants he couldn't tell which they were because he wasn't a botany geek. Well, in any case he would have been screwed. Nobody in the Infernal Trio was a botany geek.
   Krisp walked a bit around and stumbled on some underground city, full of funky people with pointed ears. Vulcans, maybe. OK, so they were Vulcans. He would teach them how to have fun. It was clever of him to keep the lighter and the aerosol bomb.
   Krisp wandered around until he found a place full of people. He then lit his lighter and sprayed the aerosol bomb on it. He shouted 'SURPRISE, HAHAHAHAHA' and ran toward the crowd. The Vulcans were a little bit more emotional than expected, but they managed quite well to evacuate. Krisp chased them in the corridors, almost burned himself on several occasions and still managed to make some people panic.
   Then he ended up in a small gray room, where two other guys were shouting at him.
   "Krisp, will you stop this? Oh my glod, you went flamethrower-crazy!"
   "Where have you been?"
   "Oh, sorry, guys, I just arrived... I was in some funky place full of weird Vulcans, I was having a little fun, and I didn't realize I was back here..."
   "And you got FLAMETHROWER-CRAZY on the people there??? You have strange ways of filling your time, Krisp."

I kidnapped some rabid fangirl and greatly enjoyed the experience.

...

So that's what the whimpering noises coming from my closet are.