Posted on March 22, 2014
Because Texas…
I got involved in one of the wackiest, most bizarre Facebook comment wars I’ve ever seen, so I thought I’d share it. You know, for posterity. (Note: One of the crazies blocked me early on, so the very beginning might be a little scatterbrained with half of the conversation missing, but keep going. Your patience will be rewarded.)
As you read this bit of insanity regarding poor people, food stamps and bigotry (Oh, my!), keep in mind that without the continued support of The Lone Star State, all the nation’s crazy would have to be siphoned off by Oklahoma and Florida, and I’m afraid they just couldn’t contain it all. This is why you need Texas…otherwise, you might find your state suddenly filled with bitter, loathsome people like these miserable old coots. They have to go somewhere, you know.
Anyway…enjoy! (No, I didn’t black out any names to protect the not innocent. You can see by the little globe for the privacy settings that this was a public post, and people were commenting on it publicly. If anyone gets butthurt about his or her name being here, then next time think twice before publicly commenting on something in public. Also, if you don’t want people to find out you say horrible things, then try not saying horrible things.)
*In a minor tragedy, it seems I overlooked the fact that one of my last comments, which was pretty much my favorite, was truncated by Facebook’s “See More…” link, which I forgot to click before capturing the thread. When you get to that part, just assume that I said something brilliant.
**Never mind. The poster put the thread back up for a minute, so I could grab the full thing. But you can still assume that what I said was brilliant, if you want.
Facebook Madness
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