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Big Dog, whose moral incompetence I have noted before, proves that he is unable to understand simple concepts — even his own. Referring to my recent criticisms of his eliminationist rhetoric, he says:

He has recently attacked me because I have no issue with the idea that some people should be deprived of life for what they do.

Wrong. Big Dog is distorting his own views here. Big Dog has advocated for the murder of people who merely think the wrong things — a fact which he promptly confirms:

First of all, I never said someone should be killed for disagreeing with me. I said they should be beaten to death if they felt it was OK to take my money and give it to someone else, a bit of a difference.

Big Dog lies in the first sentence, and then demonstrates in the very next sentence that he has, in fact, lied. He states outright that anyone who recognizes the need for taxation should be murdered. He wants people killed if they dare to disagree with him on this point.

Is here any doubt left that Big Dog follows no discernible moral code whatsoever?

Dogface Boy goes on to refer to some eliminationist remarks recently made by comic can commentator Bill Maher. To answer the mongrel: Yes, Maher does deserve to be condemned for these remarks. News flash, dogmeat: No matter what Bill Maher does or does not say, you have still proven that you’re a moral imbecile. And you’re going to do it again.

“News flash, dogmeat:”

Ah, so sind du und er beide Fleisch-Bloggern? Lustig, so lustig. Und auch hast du, puella-pulla, ein schlectes Ding gemacht: einer Bohnenstroh-Mann.

Danke schoen fuer das nette Foto! Sieht es wie du aus, Fleisch-isch?

Why does this moron post in German? Qwerty tests the depths of right-wing dork-ishness.

It’s more Denglish than German.

Es ist weil du kannst es nicht lesen, Fleischkopf. Und ja, es ist wie Denglish – ich spreche die beide Sprachen.

Drei Fotos, alle von mich! Oh, danke schoen, Fleischkopf…du liebes Maedchen! “Warum schreibt diese Moron auf deutsch? ...” Ich habe drei kurze Woerter fuer dich: Zwei. Und. Vierzig. Diese drei Woerter sind die liebsten Dinger im alle Welt.

Non cogitat ergo non est. Deine Lederhosen sind zu fett, Fleischkopf.