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Rex beat me to it, here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVWEk3UBhLk
I'd hold Rex up to further challenges, but I think he hasn't the humanity. A couple more 12-pounders are going to have to stove him in before this happens. That said, you can read what I wrote below, then see what Rex said a day before, above. I wonder what Rex will have to say about things like, oh, health care, in the future. They might touch him now, as they might have many, many years ago. But he was smarter then. Now he is smarter still, to be sure, to be sure. Even knowing of Rex and his retirements, it was I who was too cynical. If Rex would meet me now and take back all those years of hate and hatred towards people bereft, then I would meet him there. You have the upper hand, now, while you live, and I live longer than you. Now let's make a show of it, for common benefit. Over to you, Rex.
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Never one not to light upon a metaphor he could not mix, a gathering of words he could not foam into an incomprehensible ungrammatical self-regarding froth, a Texas-sized lie (Iraq was never about oil) he could not support, a news item he could not exploit (Toronto shopkeeper enacts vigilante justice—Rex thinks he’s George Armstrong), Rex has fallen strangely silent.
I'd hold Rex up to further challenges, but I think he hasn't the humanity. A couple more 12-pounders are going to have to stove him in before this happens. That said, you can read what I wrote below, then see what Rex said a day before, above. I wonder what Rex will have to say about things like, oh, health care, in the future. They might touch him now, as they might have many, many years ago. But he was smarter then. Now he is smarter still, to be sure, to be sure. Even knowing of Rex and his retirements, it was I who was too cynical. If Rex would meet me now and take back all those years of hate and hatred towards people bereft, then I would meet him there. You have the upper hand, now, while you live, and I live longer than you. Now let's make a show of it, for common benefit. Over to you, Rex.
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Never one not to light upon a metaphor he could not mix, a gathering of words he could not foam into an incomprehensible ungrammatical self-regarding froth, a Texas-sized lie (Iraq was never about oil) he could not support, a news item he could not exploit (Toronto shopkeeper enacts vigilante justice—Rex thinks he’s George Armstrong), Rex has fallen strangely silent.
One would have thought Rex would have been the first to leap upon the Layton
Nevermind. Rex’ll roar back, spewing uniambic vitriol with hand-shaking louring, overpowering us with his glassy-gazing sheer hatred of people who have regard for others than themselves. More predictable than a squall at a Cornerbrook wedding, more obvious and inevitable than an open fly.
Rex’ll be back. And when he is, he’ll shoorly (hands up) have some shehit (hands down) to show down with those socialists. [Alright, I admit I haven’t got the accent (or Rex’s self-indulgent hatred) to pull it off.] But.
Anyway. Welcome back, hatred man! Cancer survivors await your next 12 pounder!
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