- The Cat

My mother had to snap me out of it, it was making me sicker. She came with me twice and then told me I was on my own. I needed my treatment or I would die, so what was my choice? Die because I was afraid to use any available transportation to travel to chemo or to pick myself up by my bootstraps and snap out of it, sooner than later. She forbid my dad to go with me and my siblings the same.

I had no choice but to decide that these people, this man was not going to win, and that I would live my life, whatever was left of it, and stop living in terror. because if they were to win, well then, I was already dead. I still can’t get on an airplane though, that I am still working on. I am supposed to go to Disney in December with my family and that is a big scary yet for me.

You are to stop, concede and worry about what they do because should they get their way, you are dead! You DO understand dead, don’t you? Chris and his ilk would be one of the first ones purged under Islam. I’d be dead because I’m Catholic. Of all things to worry about, oh gosh, I’m sorry.

Hold on a second, IMHO what you are suggesting to me is concession in it’s least common denominator.

I will not stop and wonder once why they hate us and I refuse to concede and I will not worry about what they do because they will not get their way, and I am not dead, nor will you be! So stop it, don’t let them win.

Chris Crocker is an American, I am American, as I think you probably are and we can live in our country as Americans and it is none of their business what we do, period.

Listen, the one redeeming thing about Rudy is the fact that he is fearless. He instilled in each and everyone of us, I’m referring to my fellow citymen, is that we would not – we will not ever let them win by frightening us.

We are diligent, we will report any suspicious behavior as we see it, we will ride the trains, ride our buses and they will not win in our hearts and minds. We will live our lives, go about our daily business and be ourselves.

I refuse to worry about how someone like Chris Crocker will piss them off, I’m will not do that.

Why do they hate us. Here’s Exhibit A.

Who cares why they hate us? Since when are we supposed to stop, concede and worry about why they do what they do?

AprilOrit on September 21, 2007 at 12:33 PM

As a matter of fact, I do.

Every once in a blue moon I have to agree with the Islamists about Western Civilization.

infidel4life on September 21, 2007 at 11:25 AM

This certainly goes a long way towards helping them make their case.

I don’t agree with them, but I can understand their disdain for lost balls like this.

Do you also agree with their disdain about strip clubs, gentlemen’s club and porno?

Every once in a blue moon I have to agree with the Islamists about Western Civilization.

infidel4life on September 21, 2007 at 11:25 AM

I don’t agree with them, but I can understand their disdain for lost balls like this.

I don’t think he is mentally ill. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s a “shock jock,” or, if you prefer, a “shock queen.” Chris is adroit at exploiting a human foible: People love to be outraged. Few things in life are as exhilarating as the feel of moral indignation …

You better believe he does, he got a TV deal already. And people do like to be outraged, on the radio, TV, youtube.

It’s amazing how we have evolved into this.

Nancy-Boy is an endearing term that one of my gay co-workers uses to describe is immediate gang-group of male friends.

I don’t need any desensitizing from you or anyone. I’m familiar with the cable show the Nancy Boys here in Minnesota. I was raised in South Philadelphia , so I don’t need street training. As far as Islamofascists are concerned, we have quite a population here and you’re damned right I watch them. If Chris wishes to act out his perversion and mental instability fine, but I don’t need to have it pushed in my face.

Hmmm, I don’t remeber seeing anyone pushing you to click…don’t click, don’t watch and then you don’t have to complain. Simple.

I’ve asked this before, and I’ll continue to ask it… Am I the only one waiting for him to say “It puts the lotion on it’s skin or it gets the hose again.”?
RightWinged on September 21, 2007 at 10:44 AM

That makes two of us… lol!

But this takes the cake:

You might even have the first ever iPhone ever that vomits.
On-my-soap-box on September 21, 2007 at 11:32 AM

Heheheheee.

Come up here for a week, I get ya desensitized real fast.

You won’t have time to worry about Nancy-Boys, you’ll be too busy watching the person with the beard and the skull cap sitting next to you on train or the bus and wondering if they have a bomb strapped to their body or in their bag.

AprilOrit on September 21, 2007 at 11:58 AM

I don’t need any desensitizing from you or anyone. I’m familiar with the cable show the Nancy Boys here in Minnesota. I was raised in South Philadelphia , so I don’t need street training. As far as Islamofascists are concerned, we have quite a population here and you’re damned right I watch them. If Chris wishes to act out his perversion and mental instability fine, but I don’t need to have it pushed in my face.

When I see people like this guy, I want to throw up.
I don’t need any lectures about tolerance, diversity or any other claptrap of the moment, either.

Come up here for a week, I get ya desensitized real fast.

You won’t have time to worry about Nancy-Boys, you’ll be too busy watching the person with the beard and the skull cap sitting next to you on train or the bus and wondering if they have a bomb strapped to their body or in their bag.

How cruel is it to play on this person’s mental illness? And treat him like there is nothing wrong with him?

CrimsonFisted on September 21, 2007 at 10:02 AM

I don’t think he is mentally ill. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s a “shock jock,” or, if you prefer, a “shock queen.” Chris is adroit at exploiting a human foible: People love to be outraged. Few things in life are as exhilarating as the feel of moral indignation …

AprilOrit on September 21, 2007 at 11:32 AM

I am serious and I’m not laughing.