Not surprisingly, I’m still awaiting any substantive information on the false claims by my attackers, one of whom called me a “fruit cake” and a “sorry excuse for an American.”
He’s allowed to call me that because his mom “was” a “dyke” [my term], apparently. While we’re at it, why doesn’t he just call me what he means:
Is this still the third grade, friends? And why so much hate for fruit cakes? I think they’re kinda’ tasty – as long as they are vegan, of course.