Sadly, No! spies this skidmark in the comments on some wanky wingnut weblog:

Sometimes I feel the USA isn't Gondor, we are Rohan. Our leader is a prematurely senile fart who used to be a badass, the young warriors are out in the cold, and policy direction is in the hands of a spineless craven traitor who sold out for the promise of gold and a trophy wife. But still, we ride out to hunt the Orcs, with steel in our hands, fire in our eyes, and a song in our hearts.

Yeah! And then you get the 50 gold and buy yourself some wicked leather armor at Silvermoon City.

Stoopd Orcs! U Got pWn3d!!!1!

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