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Inter se Pugnantia

Inter se pugnantia (in’-ter-say-pug-nan’-ti-a): Using direct address to reprove someone before an audience, pointing out the contradictions in that person’s character, often between what a person does and says.


You tell me and everybody else you’re going to make America great again, but you’re actually making it worse again. You’re the greatest con artist in American history—better than Jim Jones and Bernie Madoff combined. You’re taking everything away from America that made it great: freedom of speech, civil rights, women’s rights, environmental caretaking, international food aid, and the so-called social safety net, which actually could’ve used more help, but food stamps, SNAP, and Medicaid helped.

Citing corruption and waste for cuts and the elimination of programs and entire agencies, is a mask for an ideology that respects only money. If saving money and increasing profits kills people—babies and the elderly alike, so be it. Money accumulates. Money is the answer. Money is God.

But money spent to save lives and improve lives—to feed minds and stomachs—is a wiser investment than whatever cutting down the safety net accomplishes, killing many people who have no other place to fall as they plummet toward the cold hard ground of poverty. If people chcan live people can eventually flourish. America will be a better place. America will be great again when the hell you’re inflicting on it goes away.

As the next three years unfold, what will the Great America look like? Will there be riots and flames as people realize you ripped them off—that what you promised and what you delivered were vastly different—that what you said and what you did were two different things?

You’re making America into a shit hole.

You are a scumbag.


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Inter se pugnantia

Inter se pugnantia (in’-ter-say-pug-nan’-ti-a): Using direct address to reprove someone before an audience, pointing out the contradictions in that person’s character, often between what a person does and says.


I was going crazy trying to figure out what to say at the debate tonight. I was novice at politics but I believed with all my heart and soul that the Mayor of Jollyville, New York should be a dictator with unlimited power to act any way he chose to act without requiring the consent of a city council or the people of Jollyville. The city council would do what I told it to do, and the citizens would suck it up. I had read “Atlas Shrugged” ten times and knew that Commies were lurking everywhere and we needed a strong leader to drive them back where they can came from. One of my first priorities would be to clear the town library, burn the books, and replace them with 10 copies of “Atlas Shrugged” and make the rest of the library into a B&B. Next on the list is to invade Shady Glen and annex it. Our goal will be to to make Jollyville into a jumbo town taking up all of Central New York, making it a major player in Albany, New York’s capitol.

I shouldn’t be saying this, but North Korea has offered to provide us with arms to accomplish our goals. The Jollyville Fish and Game Club is looking forward to sending members to North Korea to learn how to fire missiles. North Korea also offered to provide Korean cookbooks so we can develop a better understanding of their culture. Everybody’s renewing their hunting licenses so they can walk around in the woods with loaded weapons, getting used to the future when they’ll be walking around Jollyville on my behalf. All this may seem absurd and/or frightening. It isn’t. It is all about change and returning to the America we all knew when we were a British Colony. The “Uber Mayor Party” will develop Jollyville into a model of order where the trains run on time, there are no homeless people or foreigners, and we are known for the absolute obedience of our citizens.

I think I’m ready for the debate.


Me: “To my unworthy opponent sitting there on his fat ass while Jollyville becomes a weak and listless town: contrary to your assertions regarding your toughness, I have personally seen you help an old woman stand up after her walker malfunctioned. You showed your weakness and failure to heed the dictum of survival of the fittest and leave her begging for help, lying on the ground. You have the soul of a wet noodle, unlike mine which is solid steel. What do you have to say for yourself King Wimp?”

Opponent: “You are one sick bastard. Kindness is a virtue that can elevate us all, to make our community brightly lit by charity’s heartfelt flame. Your ethic will turn our beloved Jollyville into a dog eat dog battlefield—littered with the bodies of the sick, and elderly and those in need—men, women, and children. You, sir, are mentally ill—a psychopath with no redeeming attributes. Having you as Mayor will open the door to tyranny and viscous injustice. I reject you and all you stand for.”


POSTSCRIPT

I won the election by a landslide—it wasn’t even close. My opponent has been arrested and I’m looking forward to my trip to Belarus to meet with the North Korean ambassador.


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Inter se pugnantia

Inter se pugnantia (in’-ter-say-pug-nan’-ti-a): Using direct address to reprove someone before an audience, pointing out the contradictions in that person’s character, often between what a person does and says.


“Rep. Mantanny, you say you’re a church-goin’ man. But the only place you worship is Fox News. You kneel down to lies and repeat them like they’re true. Yesterday you told us Bill Clinton had his left leg amputated after being in a train wreck in Ohio. Then, 12 hours later you told us you were mistaken, that he had gotten a tattoo of Monica Lewinsky on his leg, and then, 12 hours later, that you were wrong. Why? Because FOX News was wrong. Last week you told us that the Democrat Congress of California had voted to make it legal to suffocate puppies in the trunks of cars. Then, you waited 12 hours and blamed FOX News for the bogus news story.

You tell us you watch FOX News because you’re a Republican, not because they’re a reliable source, which they clearly are not. You Republicans are like a herd of cows. You spend your time stampeding. It does not matter where or why—you just stampede—oh yes, I guess it does matter—you stampede to the right like a single lump of mooing flesh.”

I’d had my say at the Town Hall meeting. Now I was going home to have a beer and watch TV. But it wasn’t meant to be. Rep, Mantanny was following me, followed by a half-dozen staunch supporters. I stopped, turned, and asked “What do you want Rep. Ignorant Ass?” Two of his boys grabbed me and he started slapping me on the face. “Prove I slapped you baby face. Tell the world. You’ll get nowhere!” I asked, “Why are you doing this?”“You were a bad boy in there, plus I am mentally unstable. I have ‘Face Slapper’s Syndrome.’ When I am angry I get a tic in my wrist that induces a slapping motion directed at the faces of others. I slap until my anger subsides, as it is now.” Rep. Mantanny dropped his hand and rubbed his wrist.

I was going to report him to the police and told him so. It would be the end of his political career—slapping constituents in the face was a ticket out of politics. I turned to go, but his hand was twitching again and two of his thugs grabbed me while Mantanny slapped me up again. My cheeks were burning, but it wasn’t that bad. Mantany’s anger subsided and he stopped slapping me. “How’d you like to make 200 grand a year with a 501K pension plan?” “Who wouldn’t.” I replied. “How’d you like to be my slapping bag? When I get angry for any reason, I slap you—not my constituents or random people. You will keep me out of trouble” Mantanny said.

So I’m a slapping bag now. I am a permanent part of Mantanny’s entourage, always ready to be slapped. I call myself “The Man of a Thousand Hits.” The only complaint I have is that sometimes he’ll have a nightmare that makes him angry in the middle of the night. The slap buzzer goes off in my room and I’ve got to go sit on his bed and be slapped until his anger subsides.


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Inter se pugnantia

Inter se pugnantia (in’-ter-say-pug-nan’-ti-a): Using direct address to reprove someone before an audience, pointing out the contradictions in that person’s character, often between what a person does and says.


My name is Ted Wayward. I was born and raised in Thirsty City, Wyoming. The town was named in 1844 right before the Consequential Aquifer was discovered. The town was divided over whether to keep the name—there was a movement to change it to Bubbling Springs. To avoid bloodshed, it was put to a vote. The Snotty brothers stood outside the polling place with their guns drawn, pretending they were cleaning them. The Snotty brothers wanted to keep the name. They thought it would be funny living in a town called Thirsty City that had plenty of water. But that wasn’t their plan. Actually, their hope was that the town, now that it had water and could grow hops, would become famous for its beer, with “Thirsty City” referring to the number of bars and the citizens’ propensity for liver damage, alcoholism, and wild parties that would attract people from hundreds of miles away. It would be good for the economy.

There was a annual music festival institutes. It was held at the fairgrounds. It was called the “Beer Here! Music Festival.” 1,000s of people would come to the festival. In addition to the music, there would be stock car races during the day—roaring, roaring around the track, spinning out, crashing and, sometimes burning, to the great delight of the fans. Nobody ever got killed. The fans could only hope and enjoy the non-fatal crashes.

When the sun started to set, the racetrack was turned into a concert venue & that’s where I come in. I’ve been playin’, singin’, and writin’ country music ever since I was nine. When I was 11 my dad insisted that I take his race car for a drive. It was crazy and stupid but I did it. I was going around 80 when I veered off the track, ran over Dad, and killed him. Right there, I decided the rest of my life would be a tribute to him via my music. Given what had happened had happened on a racetrack, my musical tribute would consist of country songs about NASCAR and the races they sponsor for loyal fans. I would take the stage to the sound of a race car revving up. Then, “Eye of the Tiger” would start playing and I would be lowered on a cable from the rafters wearing my father’s racing suit emblazoned with his sponsors’ logos—Teddy Ticket Fixer, Hair-Bot Salon, Richard’s Fashion Moats, Mars Cars, etc.

This is the first NASCAR song I wrote. I sang it at my Dad’s funeral:

The roar of the racetrack helped me today

When we put my Daddy away

He’ll be drivin’ in heaven

On the love we gave him

‘Round and ‘round forever he’ll go

Always fast, never slow

He’s a NASCAR Angel, drivin’ with God

We stand for you Daddy and give you a nod

As I sung, people raised their lit lighters and imitated race cars revving up.

“NASCAR Angel” put me in the Country Music Hall of Fame. It sold 20,000,000 copies and made me a wealthy man, which I still am now. But now that I’m getting ready to step off the stage once and for all, I wanted to say that for most of my life. My father was a pain in the ass. He’d tell me we were going to the movies, and we’d end up at the library. He’d tell me we were going fishing and we’d end up at church. He’d tell me we’re going bowling and we’d end up pitching horseshoes. Damn him! He never followed through. His promises were like sand blowin’ in the wind. But he was my Daddy and I wish I could see him again. I’d tell him how much I love him and apologize for killing him.


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Inter se pugnantia

Inter se pugnantia (in’-ter-say-pug-nan’-ti-a): Using direct address to reprove someone before an audience, pointing out the contradictions in that person’s character, often between what a person does and says.


He stood there in front of our friends trying to convince them to become vegetarians—blabbing on about slaughterhouses and cow farts, Tex came off as a true believer in meat’s right to die of old age instead of being butchered and eaten by people, slopping their bread in the sentient being’s warm blood, calling it “juices” to make it less disgusting, or not disgusting at all. Tex would pound his fist on the table, making the salt and pepper shakers dance, and making the meat eaters tremble, knives and forks almost vibrating in their hands. Tex was a powerful presence in the fight against meat’s consumption—against the protein-stuffed gluttons populating Western Democracies, and ruining the world. There were militant vegetarians gathering around Tex’s words. There was a bovine liberation movement brewing.

Then, I had dinner with Tex. He ordered Sweetbreads, Porterhouse Steak, and liver and onions, and a side order of pickled oxtails. Tex told me the only things on the menu for “sissy” vegetarians were mashed potatoes, bread and ice water. He laughed like he thought he was being funny. His behavior blew me into another galaxy. I couldn’t speak. I was angry. I was shocked. But more than anything, I was confused. As the foremost proponent of vegetarianism in the northeast US, he was also a meat-man: hacking away at the dead things steaming on his dinner plate, forking bite-sized chunks into his mouth, chewing them with his mouth open, and swallowing them down into his horrible stomach. An undeniable betrayal of everything he says he stands for. What a liar!

My bread and potatoes were delivered to the table just as I was about to say something to Tex. I asked the waiter to bring me a glass of water and was about to dig in when Tex lifted his fork over his head and stabbed in into our table. “I see that look on your face,” he yelled so loud that other diners looked at us. ‘It says, hypocrite, liar, despicable human being.’ He told me he has a rare disease that forces him to eat meat or die. It is called “veganomilymeatanemia.” It afflicts people born on airplanes, the back seats of taxis, and cruise ships. It is so rare, that basically no body knows about it. He said, “I was born on a Carnival cruise ship off the coast of Freeport. Before I was diagnosed, I almost died. My mother thought she was doing me a favor by feeding me solely strained carrots and peas. I was thin and had hair growing out of my nose. One day, my mother was taking me on a walk in my stroller. We passed a street vendor selling kabobs. I smelled the grilling meat and went wild. I struggled violently against my stroller’s restraints, freeing myself, and escaping to the pavement. I bit my mother when she tried to pick me up. I broke a record for the five-foot crawl and pounded on the vendor’s stand with one hand, while I pointed to my mouth with the other. The vendor understood me and came around front with a cooked beef cube between his fingers. I grabbed the meat and stuffed into my mouth. The second the juices ran down my throat, I felt stronger and the hair fell out of my nose. Meat saved my life.”

I listened compassionately to his story. It was a lot to digest. He begged me to keep his secret so he could continue to fight the good fight for vegetarianism. I agreed, but still there were a lot of anomalies I needed to iron out. It was time to go. A limo pulled up out front and Tex got into it. It had Texas license plates that said MEAT, huge steer horns mounted on the hood, and a horn that made a mooing sound when it summoned Tex outside.

Like I said, I had a lot of second thoughts. I couldn’t find Tex’s disease on Google. Was he a spy? Why did he invite me to eat with him? Why did he confide in me? Why was there a man wearing a cowboy hat following me?


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Inter se pugnantia

Inter se pugnantia (in’-ter-say-pug-nan’-ti-a): Using direct address to reprove someone before an audience, pointing out the contradictions in that person’s character, often between what a person does and says.


I am taking part in this commission to get to the truth, knowing full well that the truth does not speak for itself and that it must be effectively expressed in order for it to induce belief. You have been as effective as Satan himself at making lies appear true and entrenching them in America’s narrative and circulating them as if they are rock-solid bulwarks of honesty and compassion, but they are not!

Unlike Fox News where you can knowingly spout your lies and walk out the door to a standing ovation, here you are under oath and your assertions and statements will be fact-checked. Lying may earn you the praise of your co-conspirators, but it will also earn you time in jail.

You say you want freedom to ring—that you stand for and protect American democracy, when in fact, you stand for and protect autocracy—a dictatorship that would undermine and supplant 244 years of our democracy’s ever-expanding franchise.

That said, we need your help constructing the back-story of what happened on January 6. In sum, we want to bring the perpetrators to justice for planning and inciting a coordinated attack on America’s electoral process.


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Inter se pugnantia

Inter se pugnantia (in’-ter-say-pug-nan’-ti-a): Using direct address to reprove someone before an audience, pointing out the contradictions in that person’s character, often between what a person does and says.

You come to this hearing and tell us, “It’s all lies, it never happened, it’s a witch hunt–a vendetta.” But you lie, you hunt witches and you make it happen right before your eyes. All of you refuse to give sworn testimony. Why? Because you don’t want to go to jail for perjury–you say you want justice, but you evade justice. You say you want to “get to the bottom of things” when in fact you are the bottom of things. You so-called witnesses say you are champions of justice while you smother justice with lies and swarm all over your master like flies on shit.

Why are you willing to compromise your integrity, your morality, and your oath of office for a man whose sole interest is himself? I feel sorry for you, but that’s not going to save our country. If the ballot boxes are intact and well-monitored in November, we still have a chance. Otherwise, I’ll be applying for Canadian citizenship.

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Inter se pugnantia

Inter se pugnantia (in’-ter-say-pug-nan’-ti-a): Using direct address to reprove someone before an audience, pointing out the contradictions in that person’s character, often between what a person does and says.

You say you are a great negotiator, but as far as I can see after more than six months in office you have yet to “negotiate” anything. If you call jamming executive orders down peoples’ throats “negotiation” you’d probably call aiming a loaded gun at an unarmed person and demanding their agreement some kind of negotiation. Is that true?

People negotiate together–it is not a one-way street that only goes your way.

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Inter se pugnantia

Inter se pugnantia (in’-ter-say-pug-nan’-ti-a): Using direct address to reprove someone before an audience, pointing out the contradictions in that person’s character, often between what a person does and says.

You say you want to make America great again, yet what you’re actually doing is grating America–shredding it to pieces with your polarizing speech.

America was great before you got involved in politics. If you really want to make America great again, go back to your Tower and stay there.

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Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu).

Inter se pugnantia

Inter se pugnantia (in’-ter-say-pug-nan’-ti-a): Using direct address to reprove someone before an audience, pointing out the contradictions in that person’s character, often between what a person does and says.

Which is it? The Bible or the bile? The dove or the dragon? The carrot or the carving knife? You say, “Love thy neighbor” and then erect a razor sharp nine-foot electric fence. You say, “The dove on silver pinions winged her peaceful way” and then you burn the bird with napalm and sweep it away. You say, “Let us feed hungry bunnies the carrots they adore” and then you rub your rabbit’s foot, heat the iron skillet,  and open the refrigerator door.

You remind me of the psychopath who sang love songs when he crushed his victims’ necks. You remind me of the Santa Claus who carried yellow fever in his sack.

Now it’s time to send you home with a smile on your face, a shiny copper slug embedded in your heart, and a marching band playing “Love will tear us apart.”

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Inter se pugnantia

Inter se pugnantia (in’-ter-say-pug-nan’-ti-a): Using direct address to reprove someone before an audience, pointing out the contradictions in that person’s character, often between what a person does and says.

He says he’s a leader, but the plutocrats pull his strings. He says he’s a peacemaker, but we’re mired in wars. He says he’s our friend, but he spies on us all. He says he loves his neighbor, but he lives in a fortress.

Puppet. Warmonger. Traitor. Liar.

What can we do?

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Inter se pugnantia

Inter se pugnantia (in’-ter-say-pug-nan’-ti-a): Using direct address to reprove someone before an audience, pointing out the contradictions in that person’s character, often between what a person does and says.

You say you’re committed to working on behalf of the American people.  Yet, when we look at your voting record, it seems that you consistently support legislation that favors the haves and leaves out the have-nots.  The “American people” means all of us. Why divide the American people when you can unite the American people by serving their common interests–pushing for affordable health care, educational opportunities, a healthy environment, and world peace. In short, by pushing for a better future for all of us.

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