Those people who are online making fun of members of Congress are a disgrace, and there is no need for anyone think that is unacceptable [sic]. We’re gonna shut them down and work with whoever it is to shut them down, and they should be prosecuted. You cannot intimidate members of Congress, threaten members of Congress. It is against the law and it’s a shame in this United States of America.
U.S. Representative to Congress (D)
July 2, 2019
[Via a tweet from Ali Alexander.
She goes on to blame President Trump for the general disrespect of Congress and the media.
I would like to suggest that if Rep Wilson didn’t have such crap for brains as to not realize people have the right, guaranteed by the First Amendment, to make fun of members of congress then she might enjoy a little more respect. But since you can’t fix stupid it looks like she is going to have to suffer being mocked and disrespected as long as she continues to open her mouth in public.—Joe]
Update: Others have expressed similar opinions but Michael Z. Williamson wins the Internet so far. This is just part of one of the first paragraphs of Challenge Accepted, Congresswhore
Per the First Amendment, Common Law, and in fact, Common Sense, I have the right to mock you however I wish. If I think you have the manners of a Denebian Slime Devil, then that’s what I’ll say. If I think you’re a textbook Demorrhoid–ignorant, retarded, bigoted, stupid and humorless–I’ll say so.
That’s the warm up.
Congress needed no outside help to make a laughingstock of itself.
For this one … Well, she’s just a little confused re the plan, although I’m sure her party has been over this before with her. First Two, then One.
If she’s upset now with a small bit of criticism, just wait until it gets real and some of them are fitted for a hemp necktie.
If you want respect, why would you dress like the representative from Toys R Us?
Once again you are demeaning crap. Crap can promote growth.
It would be more accurate to say she has Biden for brains.
Act like a clown, people laugh at you. Welcome to Grown Up World.
“There’s no need for anyone to think that [making fun of politicians] is unacceptable.”
I agree; I don’t think it’s unacceptable to make fun of politicians.
That’s one thing she got right. By mistake.
“So this is something we are working on…”
She’s admitting to being part of a conspiracy to deprive rights.
Anyway, she’s echoing the the sentiments of politicians, prime ministers, presidents, kings, queens, high priestesses and “god kings” from throughout the ages. Look askance at the deluded, psychotic whore-clowns, begin to see through their deceptions, and it’s off with your head. Nothing to see here; just the usual delusions and inflated but fragile pride of someone who’s risen far beyond her pay grade.
She’s just another psychotic whore-clown in a line of psychotic whore-clowns reaching back to the beginning of time.
I’d like to make fun of her, but it’s too sad to see a human being reduced to the level of, essentially, a psycho-killer in the making.
She has a lot of support though; that attitude she’s demonstrating has always been a predominant feature of the papacy. In fact, that attitude rules the world. Why shouldn’t she feel secure in it?
Her “support,” and the media coverage of it, is largely bought-and-paid-for astroturf, and a few grievance-industry koolaid quaffers, in a high-density urban (i.e., Dem/corrupt) district. Therefore, it is appropriate that she be shown the respect she deserves.
“the representative from Toys R Us?”
Toys R Us went out of business…
As should she.
I was referring to the apparent source of her head gear.
I was comparing her competence to those running Toys R Us.
As I recall, that was the nature of free speech before the American Revolution. Libel and slander did not have truth as a defense. Was the remark taken as an insult? Remember, so much of colonial discourse was conducted behind pseudonyms because of the state of libel law. This did not change until AFTER 1787, which is why so many of the Federalist Papers were “written” by Publius” and the like.
And God-King is right, although it is only a short time before the privilege is expanded from the titular king to even the most lowly of representatives of the Crown, and every clerk and junior stable-boy wants the protection against deserved ridicule formerly reserved for his highness.
It’s still the nature of speech (not “free speech”) in the rest of the world. For example, the Dutch constitution says that everyone has the right to free speech “subject to everyone’s responsibility under the law”. Translation: you can say only the things the government permits you to say.
Was it the Weimar constitution or the Soviet constitution that prefaced every right described in it with “except insofar as required by law”? The new South African Constitution has something similar, except its rule-swallowing exception recognizes that money and political will may not permit the broad recognition of the right.
The honored grandmother can have all the respect she can earn. Get back to me, I’ll be reloading.
You, Wilson, are a swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, you couldn’t pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans.
You’re a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel’s rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?
You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You didn’t crawl out of a normal egg, either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to everyone, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.
You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn’t make you. You are Satan’s spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You’re a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won’t have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup doesn’t validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together. You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.
Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be consider by real people? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn’t look promising either. The good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you.
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.12 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let you.
On a good day you’re a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous galactophage and you wear your sister’s training bra. Don’t bother opening the door when you leave – you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites you.
You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your spouse be blessed with many bastards.
You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature; _Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_. You would be out of focus.
You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won’t make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy’s lair.
It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid. This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws of nature. I must apologize. I can’t go on. This is my epiphany of stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while. I don’t think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other drivel. Duh.
The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us “normal” people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are “challenged” persons in this world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this was true in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to what you proposed. It just wouldn’t have been “right.” Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.
P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, EDLINoid, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, and diseased.
Ya, what he said!
Wilsons statement about prosecuting/persecuting people who mock congresscritters is a symptom of the disease. The disease the ALL
libtard leftists have. She says this because she BELIEVES that the
First Amendment…..as well as ALL of the OTHER RIGHTS enumerated
in the Bill of Rights is IRRELEVANT. She….and countless other politicians
do NOT believe that THEY are to be bound to and held accountable to
these petty restrictions on their unbridled lust for power. The ONLY solution
to people that believe our rights are irrelevant is a long drop in a short rope.
So the bejeweled cowboy hat wearing congresswoman otherwise known as ‘The Rhinestone Cow Pie’ doesn’t think people should be allowed to make fun of her? Well, T-S.
It’s not polite to make fun of the retarded.
However, it’s likely that she has a triple-digit IQ, but tuned her Civics teacher out and texted her friends. And looked up laws on-line, but failed to notice whether they were US law or North Korean. Or to ever learn enough about the world to understand the difference.