Masterful Shough Spanks Kasten and Makes me Come. Hang On. What the f…….

Biddy here. I ran this headline back in October and it was a piece about how Mr. Kimbling had forcefully handled feisty Kathy Kasten and been so strong and firm about it that he made me come. No bones about it: there was a puddle on the floor that could have filled a tub!

This is the bit that tickled my pink bits:

Dodging responsibility for what you wrote is never a good sign either. Here is the full paragraph that you originally wrote:

"The point is that UFOs is the new mthology according to Bullard. I agree with him. There are individuals who have turned what could have been a scientific investigation into a belief in a myth.

"To summarize:

1. UFOs are "the new mythology" according to Bullard.
2. You agree with him.
3. Individuals have turned what could have been a scientific investigation into a belief in a myth.

Now, to me at least, that reads as follows: "UFOs are the new mythology... it could have been a scientific investigation, but it isn't, because individuals (presumably ufologists, as you don't indicate that they are somehow exempted) have turned it into a belief in a myth."

Then yesterday, in response to a posting from Kasten, Martin Shough does this:

Anyway Robert Morningstar (how felicitous!) has proved to you that it is not Venus but a large anomalous object floating over the moon:

"The image of the 'Sky Object' shows it to be a very large, highly luminous triangular object floating above the lunar surface and apparently quite far beyond the lunar horizon. This would indicate that the object was very large."

In other words, it's a very large object so it must be far beyond the horizon, and because it's so far away and looks so big, well, it must be very large.

I accuse Mr. Shough of having come to this blog and of having read what I wrote. Martin; you are copying Kimbling’s style and have done so to ingratiate yourself with me. You think that because he made me come, you can do the same. Well I have news for you Marty; I might be easy but I do have some standards you know. For instance, I understand you are from the land of Scotland. Does that mean you wear a kilt? And does that mean you wear nothing under your kilt? And does that mean you dangle? And does that mean that when you walk, it swings around? Wait…………….. wait, give it a minute longer, wait..…………………….. Nope, sorry Martin, you just don’t do it for me like Kimbling does.

Does seem like a pattern is emerging though when replying to Kasten. BTW, don't forget, she's still got Alfred's balls in a little jar from the one time they tangled.

While I’m here and Arthur is off playing with himself (all he does most of the day) did anyone notice what a complete twat he made of himself yesterday dribbling on about Sparks? As I read what he wrote I thought, “Artie, are you writing about Sparks or are you writing about yourself? Cos bugger me if I can see the difference”. So Artie sees himself in Sparky, miserable bastard, and doesn’t like what he sees. I shall have to have a word.