My money says you're one of those tough guys that talks a mean game on a computer, slinking in the dark of anonymity.
I know you're a classless, character lacking blowhard that knows nothing of winning with humility.
And I also know that every other lib is just like you.
If you ever happen to read this, and you actually possess a pair, I'd like to invite you to a private engagement. Just you and me.
I live in the far northern burbs of Chicago, but will travel to you if you have the stones.
But I also know that you don't.
The only thing THIS Tea Partier will "eat" is your lunch, punk.