7 dead, 7 wounded in Santa Barbara shooting rampage

Your usual gibberish.

 

Damn, you're a one-trick pony. Just STFU.

 

This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.

I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.

 

First post of more than 10 words, and they're all someone else's words. Shame.

 

You have the curiosity of a slug. It must be nice being king of the "teevee" thread where you can showcase your intellectual side. Only place where you're king of anything. You certainly aren't the "king" of your workplace.

 

Very sharp reply from the author of this gem:

Oh ... and this:

The curiosity of a slug? What do I have to be curious about? Whether you can quote a song?

 

You're the worst kind of dunce here.
Put me on ignore NOW.
I forbid you from reading my lapidary insights.

 

No. I refuse.

 

What do you bring to this site? Knowledge of late night talk shows?

 

I thought I was the one who couldn't resist getting in an argument. ;D

 

I'm your Caesar. You love me and you know it.
I get more PMs from you than I get messages from my wife.

 

If that was the way to measure it, then you must worship me because you send me far more PMs than I send to you.