Being on Ignore, my suspension of contact with the constituent from Mar-A-Lago is blissfully non-existent.
Of course, the smell of the odd brainfart wafts in over the transome when those who share my disdain--but have a greater tolerance for losers--report back on the latest effusion of fecal emissions.
As my spiritual proxy, I appreciate your due dilligence, nor am I surprised by the notice as you have passed along that Man Coulter seeks to provoke me.
So long as he remains in my imperfect but resolute IGNORE Mar-A-Largo, I could give a fiddler's fuck what this dreary spiritual cipher thinks, about me, the Knicks or his dreary MAGA concerns.
I do appreciated you passing along the odd QUOTE, but it is not necessary. It does not require much imagination, only a very infantile one, to imagine what giblets of profanity are being postulate by HE WHO MAKES HIS OWN GRAVY.
I can debate, and contest, and argue and even get downright snarky with you and BoD, and Facil, and Kam, and Dawg and Elephant and Luee and what few members of this old gang of ours linger in ELBA, and yet maintain some level of genuine camraderie, bonded as we are by our long suffering obsession and our deeply abiding love of the Knicks.
Only one member of this forum revels in the notion of the drive by shooting, and relishes his abillity to poop in the collective punch bowl.
He is a dreary little poltroon who craves attention. Been there, done that.
A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once.
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