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Freddie the Know-it-all
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This whole last part reads like 80s Pravda. Indistinguishable. I remember grown-up adults who read the NYT every day who took this bullshit seriously - they really believed Agee had just seen the light; the err in his ways. These are the people who worshipped Woodward and Bernstein. These are the kind of people who got us into WW II. They should be gibbeted.
— Sep 20, 2025 04:19AM
Freddie the Know-it-all
is 85% done
To think every sucker liberal believed this clown back then. This "seeing the light" phase of his is so transparent only a child would fall for it. It is so obviously dishonest, I had to check Agee's "Early Life" to see if he had any Hindu Indian genes. But, natch, Agee didn't really write this. Probably just submitted an outline. You liberals really oughta go hide in the woods out of shame.
— Sep 19, 2025 05:30AM
Freddie the Know-it-all
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Zzzzzz ... they must be drugging me, to keep my mouth shut.
— Sep 16, 2025 08:39PM
Freddie the Know-it-all
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Again, I know what's really going on with this book, but this loser shoulda been a professor.
— Sep 16, 2025 04:29AM
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Sep 03, 2025 12:58PM
They'll get you while you're napping, Herrera. Don't let your guard down. Stay alert! Once they lock onto you you'll never get away from them.
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Liam wrote: "They'll get you while you're napping, Herrera. Don't let your guard down. Stay alert! Once they lock onto you you'll never get away from them."Could be anyone too. One of my old neighbors, called back from retirement for one last mission.
Liam wrote: "Of misfits"If I don't get a wake-up call, this paints a bleak picture of a rude awakening (shrouded in mystery) of a grim reminder that this roller-coaster ride of senseless violence is a recipe for disaster. I'm sure you all with think it's darkly comic, but not for me. My soft-underbelly will be caught in the icy-grip of some taut harbinger's razor-sharp teeth of denouements and blistering imagery. I wanted a cushy game of hamster-and-gerbil, but I expect I'll get a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse. If you don't hear from me, take it as a cry for help.
