From: joemahoney1950@gmail.com   
      
   My fellow Desirers of the Trumpean Toadstool, I speak for us all, not merely   
   when I belch after a $50 bag of Taco Bell (hold the vegetables you illegal   
   spic!), but when I say that when we're not drooling at our Presidents Trump &   
   Putin, or their discples    
   Shepard Smith and Sean Hannity, odds are, we're hooked up to our X-Boxes,   
   headsets slipping slightly due to the oil oozin from our bald heads like the   
   glaze on a box of donuts delivered by superheros.     
      
   But as we twiddle our controllers, just who are we interacting with?  Who are   
   these fit and formidable persons who prefer sitting to moving, the falsetto   
   howling of profanities to speaking; and the world of interactive gaming to   
   so-called "real life"?     
      
   My game partners average in age from 2 to 5.  Formidable opponents, I tell   
   you.  Just formidable.  And they go by the following names:   
      
   Gunzilla   
   G.I. Joystick   
   The Abominable Sniperman   
   King Combat   
   Count Glockula   
   The Werewolf of Gundon.   
      
   All I can say is, I feel safe for my country, even from frightening Guatemalan   
   Caravans of malnourished children, when we Americans are hooked eternally junk   
   food, X-boxes, and Fox News.   
      
   Joe "Spiritual not religious" M.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)