I am a poststructuralist trailer-park cesspool skimmer raised by self-abusing Trotskyists in Fecksville. Reading Harry Hutton has given me hope that the light at the end of the tunnel is the end of the barrel of a gun which has just unloaded a shell flying at Harry Hutton's scrotum.
I have a tremendous amount of respect for that.
I am an Anglican High Tory raised by a family of shrews in the South Wales coalfield and, and, oh, something or other.
Let us not forget that Americans are actually incredibly, stultifyingly polite, so all those letters to Sullivan are probably for real. When people in America aren't polite, inevitably they're not actually Americans, like Mel Gibson or Ann Coulter. It's a melting-pot of awe-inspiring richness. Or else they're just eager to buttfuck the guy. Is he hot? (Just asking.)
Hutton has sycophantic fan mail envy...
I am a high flying academic raised by defrocked Tibetan lamas to be successful, hard working and sexually charismatic. Thanks to reading Harry Hutton I now see there is a world of fecklessness, drug taking and low self-esteem I have previously missed out on. Thanks to Hutton my long nightmare of happiness will soon be over.
I am a post-structuralist haulage operator with an interest in goat period vases. My father was a Lutheran pastor and my mother a talented player of the spinet.
I am still a virginal.
No - I am a post-structuralist haulage operator...
I am an Old Geezer and an anarchic fascist plutocrat. I have lived my entire life up to now. My wife, Old Geezeress, with whom I do not always agree, had her Conservative bridge-and-cucumber-sandwich club mates jigger me PC to stop the porn from coming down the pipes. I read Harry Hutton because I've heard he's a cunt.
It's the only kind I get to see any more ...
Whoever is behind it, they're discriminating against orphans. They have no way of knowing their parents religion and are usually raised in wicker baskets.
I suppose they must resign themselves to a life devoid of Sullivanesque political discourse. Not that they haven't suffered enough already, mind you...
Dear Sir,
I am a Polish schoolgirl with firm tits and a lazy eye. While I may not always agree with Germaine Greer's gusset, reading your blog has made me realise that my toes are Scottish.
Yours faithfully,
Robert.
why don't we have mid-term elections in England? If nothing else it would give school children a much needed day's rest
I'm just some guy, and thanks to my ridculous wealth, I could buy and sell every one of you punks, or simply crush you under my powerful thumb. My fortune has also allowed me to bury deep the details of my sordid past, and buried they will stay.
Who's this Harvey Hatton guy, anyway? Just one more punk, sounds like.
Yesterday, Mr Sullivan nominated The Jacksons "Can You Feel It?" as the best video of the 80’s. In my book, that's just about all the proof I need to confirm him to be a grade A cunt.
I am a syphilitic Turk from High Wycombe, proudly raised to be a villainous, stuttering imbecile like my wonderful parents, Hughbert and Hhelen. This blog has given me the courage to see the fear and the end of the light, and hope for a new day yesterday.
I am descended from the mongol hordes. Like them, I have a penchant for raping the unwary maidens of rural villages. Unlike them, I do not sleep in a Yurt, nor do I smell of wet dogs, dung and sweaty horses. Your blog didn't move me in the slightest, but in fairness I only skim-read it while I was waiting for a particularly juicy film involving a fine pair of lazy-eyed Polish sluts with a marrow to download onto my PC, so my attention was firmly fixed elsewhere. Still, I'm sure that if I hadn't have been rivetted by the aforementioned sluts and their vegetables, it would have provided me with great political insight and improved me as a person. Though it probably wouldn't have made me spoff over my keyboard like the video did.
Tally ho!
i be a acerbic, pessimistic tramsmitter of racist jokes asnd was very suprised to see this morning that the web guy BANNED more comments from me. canĄt anybody take a bad joke, anymore? this whole hairey button blog is a bad joke. i be shunned.
I am the widow of Kofi Annan, who has died in a terrible accident next week. While I was holding him tight to my firm tits, he told me about a large amnount of monet that needs an honest dealer to get out of the country. Modalities!
Sir, Much have I travelled in the realms of gold
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
I am a self-employed podgy skiver who has had his afternoon nap interrupted by his swivel-eyed lunatic of an ex. What the fuck are the Harry Huttons of this world doing about her? Sweet FA is what. Don't expect any kudos here, bucko.
"Nor do I necessarily believe that Sullivan writes them all himself, though it is clear they are all the work of a sole lunatic."
They are simultaneously the work of Andrew Sullivan *and* a sole lunatic. The man's mind has obviously fractured into a gibbering host of voices. All of whom mail him regularly. Happens quite often with web-based pundits apparently. http://hitchensweb.com/Siegel.htm
That they can wank at work destroys their minds. I myself am a shitty little sub-personality of Hutton's. So are you all.
BTW, what does the "D" in Deric stand for?
If my name was Mr Eric I would call my son Derek. My daughter too.
It's the first letter of my name. The 'D' is not to 'eric' as the 'P' is to 'Diddy', if that's what you're thinking.
It was a joke, Deric. Surreal idiocy out of left field, that kind of thing. I had to stop myself thinking of Andrew Sullivan's podgy white neocon buttocks somehow. Oh fuck, there they are again.
Speaking as an evil-minded hater of all that is good, I find Sullivan's posts to be tough, abrasive and not very absorbing.
That's because I don't read them, I just print them off and use them as toilet paper.
Why don't you just admit it, Hutton? You're envious of M. Sullivan's salary, and are thus determined to discredit him.
Good God. First the Kos Kids, then the Bush-freaks, and now this boorishly serious twat. Fuck off and grow a sense of humor, you wankers. We need some more Polish jokes, please.
I was raised by pack of inbred white trash Scotch-Irish wife beaters until I was fortunate enough to have been kidnapped by a pack of wolves, who raised me respect the wisdom of Andrew Sullivan. May God bless him.
-Polskie Żarty ma jest wokół dla bardzo długiego czasu. Niektóre ludowe odkrycie one (oni) natarcie (ofensywny), pewna ilość znajdują & (oni) zabawny.
-Pewna ilość robi nie. rzecz jest, większa część tych żartów może jest zastosował (otrzymywać prośbę; zastosowany; prosił)
-Faktycznie wszelkie wyścigi, kolor (kolorowy), *creed*, albo poszczególna osoba (indywidualny)!!!!!!!
Badda-boomski!
Translation: Why did the lettuce blush? Because it saw the salad dressing!!!!!!!!!!!!
PILSUDSKI!!
Thank you, Ivor. My faith in the basest aspects of humor is now restored.
wel be faair theres gota be somboedy ou tthe're who dosant hate sullaven.
but yeah. no way theirs seven of em.
If there was a prize for "comment of the thread", you'd have got it with that one, HA HA HA. Damned near wet myself. Well done.
ahnank u aon!
Ok, this has gone on "Penthouse Letters" for far too long, seriously enough, by half.
And thank you "Young Ones" for planting that quote in my head these last 20-something years. I believe it was Mike, the cool guy. You younger peoples wouldn't know who the hell they were, so stop paying attention at this point.
I feel sorry for the guy from a small town, whose amazing conservative Christian parents turned out to be gay. That seems to be happening a lot recently.
I was raised a baptist minister in Mississippi, I just looooved the little white girls. And chicken.
Until I read your book, and now I lay awake at night pondering the impractibility of habeus corpus.
I am a 44 year old accountant who lives with his mother and has never slept with a woman. My hobbies are trolling blogs and pretending to be someone else. I guess it´s really just one hobby. Andrew Sullivan has given me head at the end of a tunnel. Once. I appreciate his dedication to humane valves.
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