It isn't Cactus Kate anymore... it's Cactus Jack!
Anybody who knows WWE wrestling will know of the legend that is Cactus Jack, aka Mick Foley. The hardcore legend. The man who has done some damn right brutal smackdowns in the ring and is beloved around the world for his defiance against the big hairy fat beings he faces in the ring.Our own Cactus Kate has redefined the word Smackdown and poor old Bomber has been rendered knocked out after her latest response to his crybaby antics over at Tumeke.
Round one - Fresh from calling CK a mixture of Michael Laws and Graham Capill (which he later weakly changed to Ghengis Khan) he decides to attack CK over her comments about the "underclass". and CK's apparent dislike of solo mothers. All neatly and selectively cut and pasted comments with all the accuracy and poise that would be found in Harare.
Cactus Jack/Kate strikes back - with confidence crippling punches attacking Bombers references to candidates as kiddy fiddlers (sick) and with fulluncut statements on her personal beliefs about solo mothers and adding to it the Deadbeat Dads that also play a huge part in all this.
Like a puppy that has been kicked about by his awful owner, Bomber needs to be taken away and put somewhere where he won't be hit again and again. It's just (almost) too awful seeing somebody walk into a battle of wits completely unarmed.
And people wondered why Bomber has never run for Parliament.... he simply hasn't got the testicular fortitude to do so.
Labels: Bomber, Cactus Kate, layeth the smacketh down, WWE







