Wee Little Men

7 June 2004

For these kinds of men, I hope the remarks made within a few days of their deaths resemble what they’ve written in the last forty eight hours:

These are little creatures who simply live among us. They have no idea the damage they do. They have no idea what they are doing. They are the little snotty smart alecs you hoped the teacher would deal with. They haven’t changed, grown or matured since then. They are among the most pitiful in our world today.

Ted Rall exists in the same excremental layer that sustains Michael Moore. Here’s one more tiny example. There are many more.

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