Ah, you still remember when I accused you of having to get the last word. That was over a week ago....guess that one really got you. I am not surprised, but I sure am enjoying it
Not so fast. In fact, the opposite happened and I am the one enjoying it. By referencing that post I cleverly manipulated you using my ginormous eye cues and you fell right into my diabolical trap. What a triumph! My brilliant plan was to reply to your post and by doing so to force you to reply to my post. And boy am I enjoying your reply. I knew you would not be able to resist and therefore I win! You must admit that. That is only fair, because I am fair, which you would admit as well, if you were as fair as me. In fact, I am the fairest of them all. I know that because I did not vote for Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton or even
Don Arte Gary Johnson, which means everything I say is completely objective. Which you must admit. And now having won the argument by declaring that I have won it, which must be true because I am fair, which you must admit because you replied to my post because you are a pustulant who must show off his opinions using paragraphs and sometimes matching tenses and occasionally words with more than two syllables and sometimes writes sentences that have subjects and predicates like a frustrated poet who is too scared to write poetry although not all poets use predicates, see for example ee cummings, I declare the discussion over and my enjoyment continuing. So being fair it is only fair that you must admit that I have won fair and square by posting words that compelled you to post words by virtue of which posting of words you lost and I win and I enjoy and you feel only bitterness, defeat and butt hurt. Which you must admit unless you are unfair.
I'd say more about this subject but I think if I were to continue I might say something untoward in igpay atinlay which evidently is otnay allowedyay and one of the moderators might delete my carefully thought out and objectively fair post by which I won the internet which might result in a secret vote to have me banned and this time the genyious who proposed it might not even helpfully provide a link to material he finds personally offensive that is posted on a completely different website than this one that he went to voluntarily and read, so that that website gets a bunch of traffic from secretvotetohavefunbanned.html/redman.com like what happened last time there was a secret vote to have me banned, talk about shooting yourself in the foot in Connecticut. You must admit that secret votes are not fair and almost like what Stalin would do, which comprises proof that at least some of the mods here are guilty of collusion and should recuse themselves.
Being fair I will give you the last word, which will compel you to answer, or not, which may or may not be another trick to win the internet, which you must admit was clever although perhaps not fair but all's fair in love and war and this is war unless you want to cuddle. Speaking of which I've been watching
Hacksaw Ridge on the treadmill via Netflix and so feel in a paramilitary mood although for all the bravery he displayed crawling around in the dark surrounded by inscrutable Chicoms I think it's fair to say that that Doss guy was sort of scared little milquetoast who would hide behind his computer using a fake name if they had the internet on Iwo Jima because who doesn't like to shoot a machine gun, which made it hard to believe that a hot broad like Teresa Palmer would bang him, of course she wouldn't. I frankly do not think
Hacksaw Ridge is close to Mel's best work, it pales in comparison to
The Passion of The Beaver, but considering what Mel said about the you know whos running Hollywood he's probably lucky he got it made at all.
Before giving you the last word however I would like to have the last word and today the last word will be my recipe for lobster rolls, viz. First, drive to Free Range Fish & Lobster in Portland Maine and buy half a dozen lobster. Free Range has the best lobster in all of New England IMO. On the way back stop in at a New Hampshire state liquor store and buy a tax free case of Belevedere vodka, Belevedere's the best vodka out there IMO. Once you return home place the lobster in the refrigerator and the vodka in the freezer and drive to the local Bohacks and purchase a jar of Hellman's mayonnaise which is the best mayo IMO and two dozen Wellfleet oysters from the fish department. I've done extensive research and have found that the fish department at Bohacks is the place to go for Wellfleets IMO. If you're in the mood for Hog Island Sweetwaters or Apalachicolas I'd say definitely go to King Kullen, theirs are the best on the island IMO. But I prefer Wellfleets. Next, drive to the nearest large body of water and throw the mayonnaise into it, because only a barbarian puts mayonnaise on lobster. Return home, start the grill, open the oysters and while they're chilling have several Belevedere martinis, using a ratio of seven parts vodka, three parts ice cube, zero parts vermouth and for god sake no olives or other vegetation, that's disgusting IMO. I mean I'll have a julep or seven on Derby Day but only because like all fair and objective political independents I'm a die hard conservative so I'm willing to suffer through some mint once a year for tradition's sake. Once you're sufficiently fortified stab the lobsters in the head with a sharp object - an awl is best for this IMO - split the shells lengthwise like they did to those poor bastards in
Apocalypto and place them on the grill, slightly off the heat until the shells are as fiery red as the communist flag. While they're grilling make a Bearnaise for the lobster and a mignonette for the oysters and serve everything together with freshly made bread from Regina's in Park Slope, it's the best bread in all the five boroughs, absolutely the best.
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