More entries for the RightGirl 5th Anniversary Contest, which ends tonight at midnight.
From ZoomieMSgt in a comment:
My love for you can not be completely expressed in words, all I can offer you is my entire life. I loved you 21 years ago when I left my High School, about 2 hours after I graduated, to get on a bus to MEPS and then to board the first aircraft I’d ever been on. Of course it was not ALL for you, and I know you will understand when I say that it was for myself as well…I wanted to be a man. I’ll freely admit that you were in my dreams every night, I was 17 years old after all. There is a myth that they put salt-peter in the water, the truth is you only get a splinter of time in your thoughts as you head to slumber before you sleep deeply in expectation of the trials ahead. I gave my best for you my sweet, I was one of two in my entire class to make Honor Graduate. Again, you must know it WAS for you, but I had to do the BEST I could for my own pride and honor, would you return my love if I was just a slave? I kept my dedication to duty for almost 22 years now, for you my lovely jewel. Sadly, I have had to swallow my words when others of low and mean demeanor would take sword and pen against me, but I know now my sacrifice is worth it. I gave my ALL to make sure I had YOU to protect me. Go forth and slay the monsters my Shield-Maiden, my special Valentine.
Uh huh.
Dr. Roy paid my phone bill. Nice try, you dodgy fellow, but bribery can only get you so far!
Fenris dedicated a whole satirical post to me over at Dust My Broom:
The public execution of Warren Kinsella would be a great way to reach out to communities alienated from the progressive core. Many other cultures celebrate public execution. For his insults to the Catholic Church, Warren Kinsella can be flogged by richly robed penitents as he is dragged to the place of his demise. Youth can find acceptance by hiring them as functionaries, to sell trinkets and souvenirs at the event. A goth themed Valentines Day party can occur, with the plopping of Warren Kinsella’s head into the cabbage basket as the performance theatre. Fill Dundas Square with students dressed as undertakers and corseted Transylvanian wenches. Let conservatives throw fruit, and let the liberals nod quietly at the convenient removal of an embarassment and gloat in the gaining of votes of Half-Canadians who come from places where this sort of thing is normal.
I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this as a Valentine for Right Girl, hoping that she would be my Valentine and accompany me to watch Warren Kinsella go to the Guillotine on Valentines Day. I have prepared a bag of rotting fruit and have practiced witty things to say like ‘Do not forget your hat’, and ‘You need a hair cut, hippie’. I am an extreme right wing romantic, sigh.
I’m having a Chris Matthews moment over that, Fenris.
And Al sends two entries, one of which is too terrible to reprint. Then there’s this:
The God’s honest truth is I don’t know why I come back to your blog day after day, I just do. There is something special that I can’t put my finger on. There is something special within you that somehow shows through your keyboard and out of my monitor. It’s compelling. Why? F if I know, but it does.
Wit, sarcasm, humor, intelligence, and something feminine and alluring, maybe even erotic in a way, there is something about you. You’re scary like a mom can be, mean like a sister… and can do a pretty dang good job of writing stuff worth reading… so you are, dare I say, inspiring.
And there is something comfortable about Girl on the Right. Sort of meant to be, old friendish, fits right, comfortable. I kinda know what I’m getting into, yet don’t really know what’s coming when I click on that link that brings me there day after day. Anticipatory (damn, spellchecker says that’s a real word). Compellilisous (darn, that one wasn’t). Maybe not the stuff dreams are made of, but it can surely give you a kick in the old imagination.
I may be mad as heck one minute and busting a gut laughing the next, but Wendy is always right. Right on time. Right in content. And right there, just a click away. One of my favorite places.
Better hurry if you want to enter the contest! Send your love letter to “iloverightgirl-AT-gmail-DOT-com”
One was supposed to be too terrible to print, lol. But I hope you got a kick out of it anyway:)
By the way, have I mentioned how jealous I am of you and your ‘day’ right now?
Please tell me mine was the one that was supposed to be too terrible to print! ::grins:: I was going for a message wrapped in so much sugar it would overload anyone without a massive insulin shot.
I had two versions, the other was an ode to my M-203 who I named after GotR. Makes a big noise when she speaks and destroys the target when the “message” is delivered. Ah well, congrats Al, guess the bigger man won.