What are you, about 11? After several months of blessed relief from your prattling (except for the neg repping) something set you off yesterday. What was it? When I called the Sun King "Little Dick" (to differentiate him from Big Dick Nixon)? Or when I called him an empty suit. In any event, like an obnoxious child at an adult party who refuses to go to bed, you're evidently going to continue your showing off. Mostly for the other ladies in the libtard chorale.
No harm done, of course. But I'd imagine a professional reading your posts would draw some dark conclusions about your mental health, what with your apparently uncontrolled obsessing about me. You and the other ladies accuse me of being angry. Yet you seem to be pretty hot under the collar, at least when it comes to me. Pretty irrational, too. You crack wise about me "having nothing to do all day" but post here. Yet you've got five thousand more posts than I do. Do you do your posting at work? Are you being paid while you do it? Maybe we should ask your employer (assuming you have one) what he thinks about it.
I guess I should be flattered that a presumably educated person is pregnant with celestial fire to preach to the choir about what a bad man I am. But I'd have to get past the creepiness first.