Sums it all up

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My frustration with Mudd.
My feelings about the John Edwards thing.

"But what else could I expect from a bunch of low rent, no account hoodlums like you? Hoodlums! Yes. I mean you and your friends, your whole sex, throw 'em all in the sea for all I care. Throw 'em in and wait for the bubbles. Men, with your groping and spitting, all groin no brain, three billion of ya passin' around the same worn out urge. Men, with your...sales."

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The D-Man Checks In: Okay... I'll be the sacrificial ram & be the first hoodlum to ask... "What the bloodly bloomin' blazes did Mudd do to damn the whole lot of us?"

(And why is anyone honestly acting surprised about John Edwards? For that matter, why is John Edwards even relevant anymore & worth so much press?)

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We were quietly discussing some things when out of the blue he--not in so many words--called me a demon whore and a mother of demonic whores.

In fairness, he did realize he had really stepped over the line that time and he apologized.

He's over-preoccupied with Bun's sex life. He's holding a grudge far longer than is sensible. And he still believes women--all women--are evil and sent to tempt him from righteousness.

That enough?