| Ordinarily, a Strawman Surber post applying his low-brow pathology to a pop-culture story with a little prurient interest would be just another day at the tailspinning Daily Mail.
But having a national blog like Sadly, No point out his absurdity has him para-gushing Sally Fields - "You hate me! You really hate me!" as if honesty, dignity, and thoughtfulness are secondary to blog-hits.
Break out the Thunderbird, honey, we're paintin' Poca red tonight!
The sad part is that unsuspecting people think his pandering to the intolerant among us is home grown. Like we need that. I sincerely hope Betty Chilton follows Bray Carey's lead and kicks Surber to the curb like Stirewalt.
(Aside to Surber: It may just be that Rowling thought gay adolescents would like to have a literary hero, too, Dumb-Ass. If nothing else, it's enjoyable to watch the slowly dawning cognizance overcome intolerant hayseeds like yourself. Kind of like the dwindling metronome of headbangers reconsidering Judas Priest lyrics.)
As West Virginians, we have to hold ourselves to a higher standard to counteract the stereotype and we don't need Surber exporting the ignorance decent people are trying to fight.
Go back to Cleveland or shut the hell up, Asshole!
(Aside to Bray Carey: The idiot who decided to show infomercials instead of what could turn out to be one of the best offenses in NFL history should carry Stirewalt's luggage to D.C. and stay.) |
