CHAPTER 150

PRISSY WINSLOW: "You are way out in the left field bleachers. I'm surprised they sell you a ticket to enter the stadium. Who cares about the message that may be a 100% right. Instead, you attack the messenger and depicts him a 100% wrong. My brother is a hard-working father who is trying to make a living for his family in these difficult times. Please leave him alone with your radical rhetoric."


(EDITOR'S NOTE: Prissy! Prissy! Prissy! You are the typical Fox News blond bombshell. Did I submit Ronnie's comment? Did I submit your comment?  Leave my brother alone? I have never had anything but respect for your family. I am only responding to you and your family. I did not start this conversation. Ronnie posted his Trump talking points. As far as shaming your brother, cry your alligator tears elsewhere. There are no sympathy cards in my deck. You sound as thin-skinned as the panocha-grabbing Trump. Ronnie is a big boy. You step into the ring and you believe that you're the only one who throws punches? Brawl! Don't bawl! You believe that Ronnie is entitled to his opinion, but we on the left must remain silent? Why isn't Robbie defending himself? He knows my opinion isn't personal. You are the one humiliating him by allowing Robbie to hide under your skirt. (I would recommend that you never allow Trump to hide under your skirt!) I write for my own amusement. I don't care if I'm taken seriously or not although your hormonal horror indicates that you must take me seriously. These are life-and-death times and our country is being ravaged by a savage tyrant. We on the left, whatever that means and I would gladly post your definition of that alleged political philosophy on this site, are going mano-a-mano bare-fisted against the racist, redneck, religious right and right-wing rich Republicans who offer Trump refuge. As far as having a catfight with you, perhaps Ronnie, whom you have reduced to the status of a henpecked husband emasculated by your temper tantrum, can fill your weapon of choice with rocks. Your words will never hurt me. They only make my laugh, which, during these troubled times, is a welcomed diversion. Thank you.)

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