All three of the circle-jerk trio sit there and parrot each other and of course Fox and do nothing but accuse everyone else of being puppets. Is it that there are no mirrors in wing nut's homes or is it that the undead brain dead can't see their own reflections?
I'm going with: "They're 'special', and simply don't know any better." I picture them all wearing helmets, with Lenny-like grins and spittle coming out of their mouth as they talk. That's why I give them crayons: < )) My Mommy Says I'm Special! ))
What I find just plain silly is that they think they can divide their opposition by pitting us against each other. I'm sorry, but the day I let some wing nut dictate who I can and cannot agree with is the day I stop posting altogether. How silly that little Davy even thinks he has some sort of remote chance of dividing all those who oppose his inane blathering. He is so far up Coiny's ass that he has to watch the weather channel just to figure out if it is cloudy. The return address on his mail simply says "RECTUM".
Fog-of-war moen seems to be quite fascinated with all things anal, doesn't he? Sorta goes along with his fondness for Weiner and iqless