Darling! I had no idea you'd come calling so soon. Shall we dance?
Yes, I titled my dkos diary with the word "pantywaist." It seemed kinder and funnier, than "pussy" which was my first inclination. It's funny that you decry the word, defining it as "weak, effeminate man; sissy"; you describe both Republicans and Democrats as "wussypants." Consider pantywaist an alternate spelling. If YOU had read my recent diary decrying the depiction of ALL Tea Party members with negative stereotypes, you'd realize I'm not narrow minded hate filled libtard you that you think I am. Alas, you did not.
You support the use of Alinsky tactics against Van Jones, and I supposed anyone, "because he is a flawed man" Are we not all flawed? Would you like to be on the receiving end of the Alinsky treatment? I didn't think so. You really hated it today when I turned the tables on you. Thin skinned much? Have you ever considered treating others as you would have them treat you?
Now, you say my rant against your rant only proves your point. And If you read the very last line of my post, you will see that I make that point for you. Alas, again, you did not.
I also made MY point, referring to earlier diary, that instead of taking pot shots at each other, if we sat down and TALKED like civilized human beings, we might find that we have more in common than we like to admit.
Now. About whether or not you are a crazy ass man. Or a crazy leg man. I have no skin in that game. I have a flat butt myself, but muscular calves that would make an Estonian shepherd swoon. That's a knitting joke.
About your banner and your pseudonym. This libtard has, in fact, seen The Big Lebowski. I own a copy, and it's a favorite movie. The guy in your banner is NOT The Dude. He's Walter. He's a crazy ass motherfucker who still thinks he's in 'Nam, and pulls a gun on anyone who accidentally steps on his post traumatic stress disorder. When you put Walter in your banner, you are saying, Hey, I'm like Walter. I think he's the shit. I wanna be JUST LIKE THAT WHEN I GROW UP. So naturally, a person who can, you know, see, sees that and naturally assumes, Angry White Dude is one crazy ass motherfucker. Cause that's what he's labelling himself with. Get it?
Now. My skillz. Yes. I knit. And I live in Seattle. And my name is Terri. See, I don't hide beind a pseudonym online. I have no problem with people knowing who I am and what I stand for. I have 23 friends on Facebook. And yes, they all knit, too. I'm not a big Facebook user, because as an expert in Internet technology and web interfaces, I find Facebook to be counterintuitive and kludgy. I prefer Twitter.
Now, as for my ability to get a date. I can get a date. It's shoo-ing off the pantywaists that's a trick for me. Men line up for a shot at me, but I'm saving myself for that special one or three who can really give me what I'm looking for.
Now as for you, Big Sexy, if you can mow my lawn, fix my plumbing, and open my jars, I'll knit your socks and bake your pies. Even a lefty libtard Seattle knitter needs some action. Just please tell me you'll last longer than my Angry White Dude ex-husband, the three stroke wonder.