Yep, it's a blog. I can say with certainty that the words do form sentences. The thoughts are preposterous, and the delivery is mundane. I have seen better composition in a Lucky Dog.
I am not one to use the term "fake news" lightly, but this a perfect case of elucidation of fake news. It is nothing more than fear mongering.
Good lord! Boethius is rolling over in his tomb. Ray must either be censored or banished through the vortex into the whirlpool of despair that is Baton Rouge. I shall not rest until he is silenced.
While the so called news articles answers the who, what, when, where, why, and how; they also create a question. That question is simply, huh.
Just knowing that this website exists turns my insides against me. If this mongoloid is allowed to tarnish the good name of the internet and all that is holy inside its cybernet vaults, with blasphemes ramblings , then we must indeed be living in the end days.
And now they have contributors. Lord give me strength. If any more people are allowed to join this band of misfits, it will truly become a confederacy of nitwits.
This guy is nothing more than a poser. He wouldn't last 5 minutes in my... nevermind, I can't talk about that. Rules are rules.
This is the kind of non-sense I was trying to save you from. Miss me yet?