Well, Eric crawled out of his hole again. (Slightly updated Dungeon entry here.) Last time he came back, the reason was relatively easy to figure out.
Not quite as easy this time. I'm guessing that the fact that his Teabagger governor is appearing to be a latter day Boss Tweed is a problem. (And the probe is widening...)
It's sad when your heart breaks like that, isn't it, Eric?
(Ah, sweet, sweet boxed wine. Please, save me from a total dick...)
His latest trick is posting the same message ten or twenty times; he's apparently not smart enough to have noticed the Select All button on the Comments page.
Anyway, he doesn't seem like the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but I'm not clear why he thinks I would pay attention to him. Not quick enough to understand the concept of delete all, anyway.
On the other hand, his last comment was short enough that I actually read it. He seems to object to the use of the word "Teabagger."
Huh. Imagine that. I really can't imagine where we might have gotten the idea that they gave themselves that name.
He also seems to be delighted by the fact that my son, at one point, said that I can be an asshole. (Well, it's true. I can.) But that's the kind of relationship I have with my son. We're friends, we insult each other, we make sophomoric jokes.
Whereas Eric's son is probably just the target of his drunken rage. Poor little bastard - that's a gene pool he's never going to recover from.
So, now, I'm in for a few more weeks of "Yup, ten comments, all from Eric."
* Select all *
* Delete *
That's how things are going around here: inbred psychopaths ranting incoherently from 1300 miles away. Comments you'll never have to see.