All too often we bloggers tend to get caught up in the adversarial and the political. We forget that behind those tough rhetorical exteriors lie hearts and mind and - yes, I dare say it - tender passions. Such a passion has just come to light in the moronosphere, and, as a public service, the Bunker is putting its partisan leanings aside, and lending its weight to the course of True Love.
Our dear friend Canadian Scentinel strikes the first notes in Love’s Old Sweet Song with an indignant rebuff to Warren Kinsella.
“Dorky old Liberal Fascist Warren Kinsella. He claims that hot-babe conservative, number-one Canadian blogger, Kate McMillan has sent him emails inviting him to, well, have some unspecified sort of naughty fun with her when he visits Saskatchewan. Oh, really?”
Clearly offended by the notion of Hot Babe Number One Blogger Kate in the sack with Warren, Scenty really begins to sweat.
“Knowing Kate, at least from her blogging and from the occasional e-mail exchange re. blogosphere stuff and such, it’s my judgement that it’d be highly unlikely for such a thing to happen, certainly with respect to a geeky old moonbat poophead like Kinsella. While not impossible, in my humble opinion, I’d predict Kate would rather roll naked in a big pile of dung than roll in the hay with that washed-up Leftwing geekazoid.”
You know Scenty’s getting -errr - ARDENT - when the scat images start to pile up. Why, you can practically smell the sweat as he fantasizes about Kate “rolling naked” in a “big pile of dung”, can’t you?
But Scenty…don’t hold back, lad! Tell the lady how you feel!
Kate’s not just hot, she’s awesome. A master commercial artist. As smart as anyone could be. Most popular blogger in Canada. Biker babe, and a tough-as-nails one at that. Champion breeder of miniature schnauzers who always seem to win whenever entered in doggie-shows. Let me tell you, neither I nor Warren have a hope in heck of impressing a woman like Kate to the point of receiving “come-hither” emails from her.
Oh, my God, Scenty, stop. Please, it’s too hot for words. Rolling naked in dung, AND a breeder of miniature schauzers! How COULD any mortal hope to attract the attentions of such a goddess?
But Scenty…nothing ventured, nothing gained, my boy. Faint heart ne’er won fair maid! But what’s that you say…you’ve tried?
I once sent her a picture of myself just for the hell of it, just to say, “this is what I look like, eh?” and she didn’t send me any “come-hither” emails whatsoever, even though, in my humble opinion, I’m cuter and more shagworthy than Warren.
Scenty, I have no doubt that you’re cuter and more shagworthy than Warren, or even than a miniature schnauzer. I think she’s just playing hard to get, big guy.
Kate, how ’bout it? Remember - it’s only two weeks to St. Valentines Day. You have in your power to bestow that rarest and most precious of gifts - the opportunity to make another human being supremely happy. And think of the kids! Why, a generation with your looks and Scenty’s brains could launch a conservative dynasty to rival the one that Conrad Black and Barbara Amiel…okay, no, bad example. But heck, you probably don’t even have to sleep with the guy - a pair of panties by mail oughta do it.
C’mon, Kate, it’s the season of love. Waddya say?
I am honestly starting to feel pity for this kid. It’s not just his deranged detachment from reality that is so concerning, he is really close to the line on being slapped with a libel suit.
We have all been doing this long enough to know how Kinsella responds to personal attacks. At best, Kinsella will probably “out” the moron, at worst, he might even go after him legally. There won’t be enough Kleenex in the world for poor Scenty if either of those events takes place.