Plantiff in Steyn “case” objects to his “tone.”
Aw, sorry Sister Mary Simard. We’ll all try to better live up to your small minded, schoolmarmish, whiny widdle standards in future. Pweeze don’t spank me wid your big, hard wuler.
Jesus, this is what we’re faced with, is it? A nation run, in the not so distant future, by the snot nosed, uppity, jumped up likes of Sister Simard?
In which “tone” is subject to punishment by the State apparatus, funded by our extorted tax dollars?
Weasel.
There. “Tone”-y enough for ya, sugar tits?
UPDATE: Sheesh, I should start charging for these spankings…
More money in it than straight blogging, that’s for sure.
