really none of the above, just poor mediocre folk, usually socially unacceptable individuals that believe they have reached 7th heaven with the purchase of a house at 40, (lets not talk of the 30 year old punks policing the bosses butthole and websites) or just because they think that now that they sell insurance, God is the next best thing after them.

I've always liked dd because somehow he has not got dragged down standards wise, has kept an eye on the ball; 'making it' a la buffalo phil at 40 in LoS is so naff. They deserve at most scorn and derision, not hate. Many others have reached the same or similar results, nothing wrong with that, but felt not compelled to mouth it off and rubbing every foking newbie’s nose in and about it.

I can focus my hate on the Santa Papa, St. Nick, the sepoBushman and his ozzie assistant deputy sheriffs, several local thieving politicos, the security guard, his noisy wife at the front gate, the five Bulgarian nurses knowingly infecting kids with HIV

and the list can go on and on…

Marko, for all his knobbishness (sp?), has been almost always coherent, liked Kui, sells his shite over the net, hates chocolate men and all the other -as he used to call them- self installing brown people, but was never much of 'I am it' type of fella.

Even Storekeeper and Macha, I can show some empathy for, not hate.

Whatshisname yea, PudgyMelon, now there I could direct some cyber curare. Unwell don’t even make it to getting measured, fruiting hell, want to measure Unwell with Heng? Now there you got one racist stuck-up mofo sepochink to hate!

I rest my case, cya’ll on the New Year! Keep yer nads safe and ready for deployment throughout the new incoming 2006, and may Odin have mercy of your livers!

If anybody over the holidays, while in Patters should feel the urge to take a dive off some high rise balcony, before spreading your wings, make sure that below there isn’t a funny looking two door red car with a bookshelf built onto the back of it – because it’s the dog’s car, and if you crash into it, he’ll hunt your sorry ass down in hell, and shoot you with the snub nosed midnight special he carries around in a new ladies bag he just bought.

Just move over a few yards or ask the neighbors if you can borrow their balcony for a few secs. Sorted!

 ps I like Milkman