TOTALLY GONE BUT STILL THERE...

Though he has lost the wager, Diorreah still comes to the Pathetically Incorrect to drink in the reality that escapes his feeble existence. I pray for him, but you have to want to be helped in order to accept the help. The only thing real in Diorreah’s life is lies. To believe in something untrue, one must have a very carefully built house of cards. He refuses offers to tell us who he is, where he lives, and what his name is. This makes it easy to be wrong: A faceless nameless farce ensconced behind a façade of fallacies no one can ever relate to, and he’s comfortable there. May he relish in obscurity, I know I relish his insignificance.

OPERATION COLORADO DODO COMMENCES

With the words, "I'll take your "bet", stupid as it is. I have nothing to lose." an exciting new era in excriment extinction dawns for us all. 

T-MINUS 3 DAYS AND COUNTING

CAN WE BUY A BRAIN FOR THE ONE WITHOUT?

I have made a wager with Diodegradable for days. Here is the exchange:
THE RACE IN MASS. FOR SENATE IS VERY TIGHT.


SO LETS SEE JUST HOW MUCH CONFIDENCE YOU HAVE.

IF MARTHA COAKLEY WINS I WILL NEVER SAY ONE MORE THING ABUSIVE OR HARSH TO YOU ON THIS BLOG AGAIN. NOT EVER.

IF SCOTT BROWN WINS YOU LEAVE THIS BLOG AND NEVER RETURN. NOT EVER.

DO WE HAVE A DEAL?

To which he replied:
Double or nothing: you quit being an idiotic moron, and I'll leave.

(No way you take that bet.... NO way)
Why the hell would I care who wins the Massachusetts special election? Why do YOU?

I attempted to get him to stop moving the goal and just bet by saying:
If you can't figure out that this special election has been called a referendum on government run healthcare and Obama’s policies, then you’re beyond help. If you don’t care, fine… But WILL YOU TAKE THE BET AS STATED BY ME?

He responded thusly:
Let's up the ante! How about this?

Your side wins, I leave forever.
My side wins, you close up your blog forever.
Oh, wait....
You already promised to do that before.
And reneged on the deal.
Why would I ever take another bet from a proven welcher?

Obviously I had to explain to this inane thick headed pus bomb the facts...again...
My gosh… Do you need a GPS on your snowblower to get back to the front door?.



I’ll explain so an infant can understand. The post to which you point to said: Prove me wrong and I will never post again. Here was the theory that must be proven wrong in order for me to shut down the blog: “IF YOU WANT TO SCREW SOMETHING UP, PUT A LIBERAL IN CHARGE OF IT”
THAT is what you had to prove wrong. Not the question I asked later in the post which had nothing to do with the challenge. It was an example. It even said it was an example.


I GAVE YOU THREE SHOTS TO ANSWER THE QUESTION AND YOU COULD NOT GET EVEN GET THAT RIGHT. THE QUESTION HAD NOTHING...ZIP ZERO NADA... TO DO WITH THE CHALLENGE! In my zeal I opened the question to all. I should have explained it better for those living in Colorado Springs. My God Diogenious, you can NOT READ!!


WHAT HAD TO BE PROVEN WRONG IN ORDER TO GET ME TO SHUT THE BLOG DOWN WAS: “If you want to screw something up, put a liberal in charge of it.”
Not the question that followed.


WHAT HAD TO BE PROVEN WRONG IN ORDER TO GET ME TO SHUT THE BLOG DOWN WAS: “If you want to screw something up, put a liberal in charge of it.”
Not the question that followed.


WHAT HAD TO BE PROVEN WRONG IN ORDER TO GET ME TO SHUT THE BLOG DOWN WAS: “If you want to screw something up, put a liberal in charge of it.”
Not the question that followed.


WHAT HAD TO BE PROVEN WRONG IN ORDER TO GET ME TO SHUT THE BLOG DOWN WAS: “If you want to screw something up, put a liberal in charge of it.”


NOT THE QUESTION THAT FOLLOWED!!!!!


AM I MAKING THIS CLEAR ENOUGH FOR YOU?????????????????
By your own actions in that post, you not only made my point, but showed the world you can’t freeking read!!!
Some are thought to be dumb as a post, you were dumber than this post by a long shot.
I don't renege on my promises Diorreah. Four hundred (thats 400 for you in Colorado springs) visits in 15 days says people come here for honesty, integrity and they also come (obviously)to see how obtuse and slow you can be.
You’re a weasel. You can’t be nailed down to anything. Once again you miss the point. You try to move the goal. Change the subject. Just the fact you can’t figure out a simple challenge from a blog, speaks to your poverty of intellect.
I’m not here to walk you through complete sentences Diorreah. I’m not here to teach you how life works. It’s not my job and if it was, I’d quit and flip burgers. You have no functioning brain cells other than those making you breathe and your heart, small as it is, pump. I’m sick of you. You’re pathetic and incorrect. You are the idol this blog is about. You have demonstrated to perfection how a liberal thinks he’s smart but in reality is dense.


I am at wits end with this brainless baboon from the Colorado Kook Klan. Theres no reasoning with the dead. I'm so glad I made this blog to vent. I feel like I just took the biggest crap of my life. Thank you Mr. Blogspot ... You're the best!!

THE LOLLY-POP GUILD

It’s hysterical: Bill Minnich and Diorreah both claim to be bearers of truth and wisdom. Yet we look at their comments and gaze slack-jawed at the pure bunk they foist on the few- very few- readers they enjoy.

We are one day into the New Year. At midnight last night I had, without counting my own hits, 53 visitors to Pathetically Incorrect. Bill can't buy a comment.


When you deal with third graders like these two prepubescent pot heads, you have to at times, keep your distance: Their inanity can be communicable. I am loath to even tarry on them for they don’t listen to reason. They don’t see the big picture God does. They don’t even see the small scheme man can construe for himself. They rely on their own understanding, not God’s or even intellectuals, their own small minded awareness. They discount every single declaration from those who point to the fact that their concepts are not new: Their initiatives aren’t novel. They have been tried and they have failed. There is no history with these closed minded communists.

I have a good belly laugh each time I read Bill Minniche’s by line which reads: “Remember, the idiots are right outside, and they want to come in.” Hell they own the place Bill. You’re the King kook in that cave. And your little lap dog who persists in his quest to illustrate with great detail his ability to be trumped at everything he says gives the room a masochistic ambiance we all cower from. No one wants to catch his stupid. Now that I allow him to occasionally comment on “Pathetically Incorrect” he is bombarded from five or more directions from great people who have seen all this tripe before and are troubled at his lack of mental rational.

If these two liberals minds were as open as they want others minds to be, we’d all be staring at the floor at our brains. They want others to join their lolly-pop guild.

Sorry guys. We ain’t lickin’

THE DEACON OF DOPE

Diogenes… He calls himself a Beacon of Hope. That’s his moniker.



To be a “Beacon of Hope”, one would have to be:


A.) A known deliverer of expectation. The only thing Diogenes delivers is migraine headaches and methane.


B.) One who has rescued saved or released someone or something. Diogenes can't even save himself.


C.) A distributer of some sort of trust or faith. The only thing he has faith in is Bill Minnich and Obama, both of whom have no real faith at all.  


In all honesty, his complete lack of intelligence, vocabulary and personal hygiene would lead one to think he may be alien or at least French. The only hope he’s given me is the hope he would leave me alone. What he dispenses is hatred, ignorance, selfish arrogance and a poverty of judgment.


First clue? He is paired up with Bill Minnich: An alleged Air Force veteran of very questionable character. Bill seems to be Diogenes only friend. Like minds attract.


Diogenes accuses others of a lack of intelligence and then proceeds to display his acute ability to be inept, unskilled and utterly useless in the arena of truth or fact. I have yet to find one statement of fact from him which posits him as being worthy of any consideration.


This makes me wonder why I am typing about him. The reason is simple: I don’t like male attention in a constant form. He gives me the willies. The more I read about his town, where transvestites invade democratic offices, attack innocent people and where the cities crime rate is far above the national average makes me just a tad uncomfortable.


I don’t do man-crushes. I don’t appreciate them and I surely don’t advocate them. Sure, I enjoy a good Harrison Ford movie once and a while and Sean Connery is cool but their craft is what I covet, not their …person.


So I decided to post his junk here on this blog so I could get rid of his crap and you could yoke with me to help bare my load. I could delete his stuff, but what fun would that be? I just can’t countenance this guy any longer. I can’t say he’s lost it… He never had anything to lose.


He surely is no “Beacon of Hope” for anyone I know or can find, and believe me, I’ve looked!

If anything he is just the opposite: He’s the “Deacon of Dope.”

Oh yeah, that fits like glue.

HE STILL THINKS I HAVE TO COME TO COLORADO TO DO WHAT I WANT TO DO TO HIM.

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Wake me up when you get here, OK?

THE ALL NEW AND IMPROVED DIOGENES DIOLOGE DEPARTMENT

Such a poverty of insight man rarely glimpses. Diogenes thinks he is the font of all knowledge you need to know. His favorite pass time: Coming to my blog and sharing his insanity. Personally I have reached a point where I can no longer store his random demonstrations of duplicity. So I decided to give you his rants in the hope you can


A.) Know the enemy.

B.) Help him to the nearest Mental facility.

Below is an actual shot taken from Dio-rreah's last brain scan, which is mysteriously identical to the photo taken from his last colonoscopy:

He enjoys sex but rarely has a partner unless he can find a used plastic water bottle. He works at the same place that bears in moniker. He lives in a town littered with transvestites yet still chooses the used water bottle. He is King Dio-rrhea the non-dio-degradable dipstick of the Colorado Rockies.

Check back each and every other day for his actual rants placed on blogs around the blogosphear.

Such as this actual comment about
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeboooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooyyooooooo hooooooooodownherewhere are youeeeeeeeeeboyyyyyyy?"

Or this serious post to my comment section: (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((()

Isn't he just the most ut?

He has no blog of his own because he has no mind of his own. His thoughts are so random he eats butterflys and poops rainbows.

Actual Comment last week: Som tims i feel so coptic my glomus strats to gifus, wikbow?

Arent you impressed?

I know I was... For almost 1/10000 of a second.

By the way Dio-jerk, 1998 just called and they're sick of you too. Move on!

Your answer to 2+2 is 'Bush and Cheney lied"

Dio-rreah has never met a fact he couldn't ignore or a detail he couldn't discount.

I made a toast to your wife on her birthday to 'the best woman I ever had.' The waiter joined me.
You got any naked pictures of her Dio? You wanna see some?

Your father married your mother so they could have kids.
Just imagine their disappointment when you arrived!

Be with us next time for another thrill packed adventure in the commentus life of the blogless buffoon from the Maroon Lagoon