The Drunken Racebaiters of Washington failed to be inspired enough by the memory of their fallen teammate, Sean Taylor, to turn in a passingly respectable effort during crunch time of a loss to the Seattle Seahawks in the opening round of the 2007 NFL playoffs. Justice is served. And though traditionally I have never particularly rooted against the "Red" Skins, I must say that imagining the amount of angst that this particular pathetic kick-in-the-crotch causes Andy Wice makes me extremely happy.
And while it is exceptionally sad that Sean Taylor lost his life due to the fact that America has traditionally implemented a policy of depriving the inner-city of basic civil rights while funneling drugs and guns into urban areas in a thinly veiled attempt at racist genocide, it is also ironic that these particular racebaiters, from the suburbs of Washington D.C., seem to have forsaken Taylor's memory by turning in a decidedly mediocre performance in this crucial playoff game. And by 'ironic' I mean: fuck you Mr. Wice.
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This is preternaturally post-modern, and I salute J. Norwood for his ability to express his love and admiration through such mortal bark as words, words, words ...
"There is no festival without cruelty."
-- Nietzsche
The spirit of Taylor was saddened when he realized Skins very own fans didn't have the balls to predict them as Superbowl champs in a meaningless blog challenge. Your combined cowardice makes the spirit of Taylor and baby Jesus cry. But you like making baby Jesus cry don't you....
You know what you get when you pull three feet of barbed wire out of Baby Jesus's anus?
A messiah so angry he curses the planet with your existence?
Do you have a messiah? No? Still waiting huh.
There was some hope with that white buffalo thing, but I guess it fizzled.
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