A rebutal to Johnathon Taylor

First of all…why am I carrying this on my back? where is b.kester? more importantly, where is the constantly absent female voice that we all crave? constantly do I crave. rarely am I satisfied. a brief Russell in the wind if you will?

secondly. t-giving is the complete absence of family. that is the point. I almost got teary eyed with j. t. sagawa’s over sentimentality, but quickly realized we are dealing with a mastermind of mind control. The psychologist almost won. he almost brought tears. that conniving sorcerer. but not this time. I checked my emotions at the door, and merely stated that the eighth ink blot did in fact look like a piece of poop. family! family! of all the outrageous claims. you want to talk family? here is what j. t. sagawa does to his family.



with family like j.t. sagawa, who needs family.

Thanksgiving may be about love and affection, memories of splendor, but the t-giving blog has but one purpose…to belittle each other to the point of disdain so we have something to spite each other about come holiday. for what is a holiday with people you unabashedly love? nothing. it is nothing.

For all his faults, I will give j.t. an approving nod, and say that this, the brothers Baldwin may just be the first serious nomination of the season. Not that Radcliff was the worst nomination of the year, but it was. With the Brothers B the possibilities are endless, and the idea, can I say original. Freudian to say the least, or at least Jung at heart.

I will not throw a candidate into the ring, still chewing, mulling over this dare I say brilliant nomination. If it does not garner a win, perhaps a Genius Grant from the McCrther Foundation for this bright young star, a pugilist of psyche to say the least.

And if not Bonzo, what about…