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Read this by Mr. Willis.
Then tell Oliver to go read this. I'm no fan of Dick "I love my dead gay son!" Cheney*, but this sort of willful mispresentation (or, failing that, incredible thickheadedness) is just ridiculous.
Now go beat your head upon a wall, desk, or other sufficiently hard object, frustrated by the knowledge that telling Oliver anything helpful won't do a lick of good. And neither would licking him, I guess, but if you want to try, go ahead. Just keep that stuff to yourself.
Please.
P.S. I made this for my pal Zombylicious**.
* I know he has a gay daughter who is very much alive, thank you. Go watch Heathers and then come back.
** No, I haven't been drinking - that's how he refers to himself, particularly when regaling us with tales of his supermodel sexploits.