Fun with Paint!


Ive met some interesting personalities in cyber world, but one of the most obnoxious by far was a gal I like to call C-section. I first met her in a “debate” group on Cafe Mom. Without fail, she would attack people for their posts and, most mysterious of all, call each and every one of them racist–regardless of the topic, or their comments. Yep, you heard me right. Now, no one has ever accused me of being politically correct but I avoid cliche stereotypical slurs. Just like I avoid foul language (except when appropriate!). So, imagine my surprise when I was called a racist for questioning her behavior. What she based this on I wasn’t sure. I said I opposed illegal immigration because it was illegal. To me, that concept is a no-brainer. Just like I think anyone who supports it is a no-brainer. Anyway, long story short, I kindly pointed out to her that if I wanted to be racist, I could have called her any number of slurs–such as “oreo” or “nappy” or other equally offensive terms–but I DIDN’T. I merely asked why she felt the need to be an asshat to anyone who didn’t agree with her. Gentle reader, you may trust me when I say that the bandwidth she used to shower me with her verbal vomit was considerable. I then realized that she wasn’t operating in a cerebral dimension, but rather in a gaseous dimension. Yes. Gaseous. As in full of smelly hot air. As in walking whoopie cushion. Because I am by nature a creative person, I posted this charming portrait:

Here’s to ya C-section, wherever you are.

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~ by irishgrl on August 6, 2008.

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