I don't think much of his smile, no -- but I don't hate it. You are mistaken about me, just as you say I am about you. I call your ditto-headism craven, you call my criticism sniveling. You carry on like a hate-filled foul-mouthed psycho guttersnipe, and you call me obsessed because I post the news of Mister Bush's many transgressions against the well-being of the country and the peace of the world.

Your endless carping is useless and boring, Martin. While I rant once in a while, it is always about a new issue, on clear and specific grounds. (Well, I have gotten pretty wound up a few times, I acknowledge that.)

Your song is the same one you sang a few years ago. Check out the back-track, pal. You'll see who is singing the same old s***.

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