It's day 12 of the war on Christmas and there's no better way to honor it than with the scariest weapon ever: a whole bunch of dancing gay elves celebrating the 12 days of Christmas! It's the fundie whackos worst nightmare because they know they'll never be able to dance this well.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
War On Christmas: Day 11
It's day 11 and I've resorted to bizarre videos mocking the 12 days of Christmas. It's a whole lot better than crawling through the broken glass in the the Squall-Mart parking lot on my hands and knees to buy cheap shit from China. Why subject myself to all that agony when I can watch the brave Italians fight to their death in this heartwarming tribute to the war on Christmas.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
War On Christmas: Day 10
It's day 10 and the continual christmas music feels like worms eating at my brain. Frozen and rapidly thawing turkey carcasses drip drip drip in the grocery aisles. Cans of cranberry glop stand stacked like sentries dare me to cross the line and buy something other than "holiday" food. The vegetables are all guarded by cans of cream of celery, cream of mushroom, and that abomination spawned from the worst of 50's era cookbooks: canned fried onion rings. They whisper seductively of an orgy waiting for me to join them to make it complete. I start to poke my eyes out as the image of soggy canned green beans drenched in mushroom scented lard soup laced with greasy rings of non-crunching onion scream Merry Christmas Heathen as I crawl away to try and escape the horror. I know resistance is futile but I try anyway. It's my patriotic duty to fight them with every last bit of free will I have left. They must not win...they must not win...
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
War On Christmas: Day 9
If I object to one thing above every evil religion has done, killing the universal sense of humor is at the top of the list. I'm going to fight from my side of the war on Christmas with my favorite 12 days of Christmas spoofs. This is one to get you started. If you want to know more about the origins of this brilliant work of art, consult the google oracle for "boymongoose"
Monday, December 20, 2010
War on Christmas: Day 8
It's day 8 of the War on Xmas and from the looks of things the mall rats are worshipping at the altar of human consumerism. I can report they're fat little suckers as they swarm through food courts and suck up grease and corn syrup globules in astonishing quantities. They're definitely winning on this front while the rest of us are held prisoner to vegetables and sensible shoes.
I do understand the sacredness of it all as there is nothing more Christ-like than a crazed shopper knocking over frail old ladies and small children in their hurry to get to the bargain counter where life-sized arks with dinosaurs are going fast.
There's nothing more holy than elbowing grandpa out of the way so the feeding frenzy winner can walk away with a pair of boxers that ask the ultimate meaning of life question: "Who's your baby daddy?"
I do understand the sacredness of it all as there is nothing more Christ-like than a crazed shopper knocking over frail old ladies and small children in their hurry to get to the bargain counter where life-sized arks with dinosaurs are going fast.
There's nothing more holy than elbowing grandpa out of the way so the feeding frenzy winner can walk away with a pair of boxers that ask the ultimate meaning of life question: "Who's your baby daddy?"
Sunday, December 19, 2010
War On Christmas: Day 7
In a few days the real war on Christmas begins. That's when families start converging on the designated battle grounds and a year's worth of festering hostilities rage to the surface once more.
What says Christmas more than a dinner spoiled by drunken arguments, screaming accusations, blame laid thick and heavy over everything and anything that has been hashed over for decades but still makes a special appearance for this most sacred of all holidays?
There is no deeper meaning to Christmas than at least one, if not two or more people breaking into spontaneous tears of humiliation over being told they were too fat, too thin, too poor, too rich, too single, too married, too good at birth control, too bad at birth control, too slutty, not slutty enough.
It would not be the holiest day of the year without the cheap last minute presents bought to avoid the meltdown of the previous year when regifting led to the tree being set on fire, the Christmas goose shoved down grandpa's throat, the vat sized container of bubble bath held responsible for an outbreak of incurable hives.
Nothing says Christmas like daddy's new slutty girlfriend and mommy's new little boy toy humping in the hall closet while mommy and daddy rehash old issues until they scream for mercy.
Yes, this is such a special day that is made all the more special by the dog throwing up on the neighbor's brand new expensive coat, grandma giving lap dances after one too many eggnogs, and the children shoving Santa's ass up the chimney and threatening to kill every damn one of his elves if he ever comes back again.
And to top it all off, everyone is whispering that the reindeer seem to have developed an unhealthy attachment to weird uncle Bobby.
What says Christmas more than a dinner spoiled by drunken arguments, screaming accusations, blame laid thick and heavy over everything and anything that has been hashed over for decades but still makes a special appearance for this most sacred of all holidays?
There is no deeper meaning to Christmas than at least one, if not two or more people breaking into spontaneous tears of humiliation over being told they were too fat, too thin, too poor, too rich, too single, too married, too good at birth control, too bad at birth control, too slutty, not slutty enough.
It would not be the holiest day of the year without the cheap last minute presents bought to avoid the meltdown of the previous year when regifting led to the tree being set on fire, the Christmas goose shoved down grandpa's throat, the vat sized container of bubble bath held responsible for an outbreak of incurable hives.
Nothing says Christmas like daddy's new slutty girlfriend and mommy's new little boy toy humping in the hall closet while mommy and daddy rehash old issues until they scream for mercy.
Yes, this is such a special day that is made all the more special by the dog throwing up on the neighbor's brand new expensive coat, grandma giving lap dances after one too many eggnogs, and the children shoving Santa's ass up the chimney and threatening to kill every damn one of his elves if he ever comes back again.
And to top it all off, everyone is whispering that the reindeer seem to have developed an unhealthy attachment to weird uncle Bobby.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
War On Christmas: Day 6
Today I had to hold myself back from taking a pitchfork to all the inflatable Jesus snowmen, women, reindeer, assorted elves, and things seen only in the deepest darkest lagoons...or the front lawn with lights hanging off them.
But I held back because they are after all, the front line of the War On Christmas. Everyone knows it's the ten foot tall inflatable reindeer that puts the Christ in Christmas. Who can argue with that or the humping wire mesh reindeer that everyone thinks they thought of first. Hey guys, you weren't first with that one. Jesus was. Jesus had the first humping reindeer in HIS yard. I dare you to prove otherwise. I double dare you!
But I held back because they are after all, the front line of the War On Christmas. Everyone knows it's the ten foot tall inflatable reindeer that puts the Christ in Christmas. Who can argue with that or the humping wire mesh reindeer that everyone thinks they thought of first. Hey guys, you weren't first with that one. Jesus was. Jesus had the first humping reindeer in HIS yard. I dare you to prove otherwise. I double dare you!
Friday, December 17, 2010
War On Christmas: Day 5
Five days into the war and it's a wasteland out there of cheap crap from China blessed by Santa Jesus and the holy spirit of Wall-Martus. The only path to salvation is through a minefield of screaming brats, stressed out and broke parents, jaded gift buyers, and the poor who can only stare wistfully in the toy store window as they lust in their heart for Saint i-Crap.
So quick! Put on those robes, grab your ass and head on down to Bethlehem Motors where Jesus Wagons are going for astonishing year end prices. Don't be stuck hauling your ass through the desert heat when you can drive in air-conditioned comfort in your 20ll Jesus Shaggin' Wagon.
Those mangers fill up fast this time of year so don't get left out in the cold. Come on down to We FleeceEm Mobile Sheep/girlfriends built especially for those in need of something to confess so you can be absolved of any personal responsibility or responsibility for your actions. This week only you can kill someone and get immediately absolved and forgiven. But act now because this deal is only good for the Christmas season when it's all about Jesus being the reason for the season.
We knew it had to be someone's fault, didn't we? No one could come up with this pile of crap on their own. Jesus is the reason for the season. Don't forget now...
So quick! Put on those robes, grab your ass and head on down to Bethlehem Motors where Jesus Wagons are going for astonishing year end prices. Don't be stuck hauling your ass through the desert heat when you can drive in air-conditioned comfort in your 20ll Jesus Shaggin' Wagon.
Those mangers fill up fast this time of year so don't get left out in the cold. Come on down to We FleeceEm Mobile Sheep/girlfriends built especially for those in need of something to confess so you can be absolved of any personal responsibility or responsibility for your actions. This week only you can kill someone and get immediately absolved and forgiven. But act now because this deal is only good for the Christmas season when it's all about Jesus being the reason for the season.
We knew it had to be someone's fault, didn't we? No one could come up with this pile of crap on their own. Jesus is the reason for the season. Don't forget now...
Thursday, December 16, 2010
War On Christmas: Day Four
In any war it is important to know what kind of people make up the opposing army. After all, you wouldn't want to be stuck playing Chess with an idiot. But that's basically the position morons who insist there's a War On Christmas put sane people in--a Chess game played against idiots.
Think about it. This time of year (actually it started sometime between the pumpkins decaying on the porch and the racoons eating the last scrap of turkey carcass from the garbage) you can't drive down the street without being blinded by war victims. Every house is lit up so insanely, the war can be seen from space! Inside, the suffering masses huddle around dead trees dressed up and waiting for Santa to tell them it's safe to come out.
While the homeless huddle in doorways of condemned buildings, the war effort goes to building tight little mangers for plastic babies dressed as Muslims. And like most pet-loving people, they make space for their asses and other family members in the manger.
And of course by now most moderately sane people have several times a day imagined the feeling of piercing their own ear drums with knitting needles as something not as bad as chipmunks singing Silent Night over and over again in the market.
It's only day four but I'm ready to club the next raging lunatic that lunges at me wild-eyed and feral as they screech "Merry Christmas" at me as if it were the most vile insult on the planet. Somehow, in spite of the eternally damning hell of continual Christmas music sung, muttered, whined, yelled, and turned into electronic mayhem, and in spite of so much red and green and tinsel all draped over everything as if the Jolly Green Giant was being gored and displayed like a holiday roast, in spite of the continual warfare of commercials bombarding us everywhere we turn, these crazed Christian asylum escapees see me and others as enemies that can only be subdued by screeching Merry Christmas at us.
I can only fight them with their own words because that way they hang themselves and I can sit back and eat kittens wrapped in tissue paper with bows for breakfast.
Think about it. This time of year (actually it started sometime between the pumpkins decaying on the porch and the racoons eating the last scrap of turkey carcass from the garbage) you can't drive down the street without being blinded by war victims. Every house is lit up so insanely, the war can be seen from space! Inside, the suffering masses huddle around dead trees dressed up and waiting for Santa to tell them it's safe to come out.
While the homeless huddle in doorways of condemned buildings, the war effort goes to building tight little mangers for plastic babies dressed as Muslims. And like most pet-loving people, they make space for their asses and other family members in the manger.
And of course by now most moderately sane people have several times a day imagined the feeling of piercing their own ear drums with knitting needles as something not as bad as chipmunks singing Silent Night over and over again in the market.
It's only day four but I'm ready to club the next raging lunatic that lunges at me wild-eyed and feral as they screech "Merry Christmas" at me as if it were the most vile insult on the planet. Somehow, in spite of the eternally damning hell of continual Christmas music sung, muttered, whined, yelled, and turned into electronic mayhem, and in spite of so much red and green and tinsel all draped over everything as if the Jolly Green Giant was being gored and displayed like a holiday roast, in spite of the continual warfare of commercials bombarding us everywhere we turn, these crazed Christian asylum escapees see me and others as enemies that can only be subdued by screeching Merry Christmas at us.
I can only fight them with their own words because that way they hang themselves and I can sit back and eat kittens wrapped in tissue paper with bows for breakfast.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
War On Christmas: Day Three
While driving around the internet tube thing I came across this reworked version of "Twas the night before Christmas," and just had to share it. The author's name is TOM DEGAN
‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all ’round the place
Them Liberals were plannin’
to attack us with mace
The Children were nestled
all snug in their beds
While visions of Rand Paul
stomped on their heads
And mama with her Demerol
and I with my booze
Had just settled down
for a long winter’s snooze
When out on the rooftop
there rose such a ruckus
I sprang from my bed to see
WHAT THE F**K IS GOING ON UP THERE???
A posse of Liberals
all armed to the teeth
Were doing rude things
to our poor Christmas wreath
They spoke not a word
but were vile and we shook
As they ripped out the pages
of Ms. Palin’s book
And I heard them exclaim
as they tore up the streets
“Nasty Kringle to all!
Next year leave us some sweets!”
TOM DEGAN
Today's video find comes from The Godless Liberal Social Society
‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all ’round the place
Them Liberals were plannin’
to attack us with mace
The Children were nestled
all snug in their beds
While visions of Rand Paul
stomped on their heads
And mama with her Demerol
and I with my booze
Had just settled down
for a long winter’s snooze
When out on the rooftop
there rose such a ruckus
I sprang from my bed to see
WHAT THE F**K IS GOING ON UP THERE???
A posse of Liberals
all armed to the teeth
Were doing rude things
to our poor Christmas wreath
They spoke not a word
but were vile and we shook
As they ripped out the pages
of Ms. Palin’s book
And I heard them exclaim
as they tore up the streets
“Nasty Kringle to all!
Next year leave us some sweets!”
TOM DEGAN
Today's video find comes from The Godless Liberal Social Society
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
War on Christmas: Day Two
Nothing demonstrates the spirit of xmas so completely as Gollum. You can just see him screeching as he runs over old people at Squall-Mart so he can be first in line to buy something he doesn't need or want but was built up by the media, the music--the horrible horrible music that just won't stop, and his own insatiable inner greed to want want want, even if he has to trample on everyone to get to "IT."
Monday, December 13, 2010
War on Christmas: Day One
Today begins day one of the War On Christmas. You haven't heard of it? I'm not surprised as it's drowned out by all the Christian Christmas Crap
music blaring out of every speaker in every store. It's really difficult to even know there's a war on Christmas when the stores start getting ready for it the day after Thanksgiving by hanging religious cult symbols all over the place. I perfectly understand how you could even miss there's a war on Christmas when everywhere you look, everything you hear, every place you go is an overload of Christmas crap. But it's a war, I tell you, a real war. Just turn on the TV (that ancient thing gathering dust in the corner) and watch some of the maniacal talking heads on one of those funny shows that call themselves "News." I guess the real meaning of News is "not even worth seeing," but really you should watch just for a few minutes and see there really is a war on Christmas. All those hysterical shrieking boring, ugly old white people couldn't possibly be wrong now, could they?
So, I'll do my part to be their loyal opposition because without an opposing side, there can be no war. I will be that side and I will give to you twelve days of my own personal war on Christmas.
music blaring out of every speaker in every store. It's really difficult to even know there's a war on Christmas when the stores start getting ready for it the day after Thanksgiving by hanging religious cult symbols all over the place. I perfectly understand how you could even miss there's a war on Christmas when everywhere you look, everything you hear, every place you go is an overload of Christmas crap. But it's a war, I tell you, a real war. Just turn on the TV (that ancient thing gathering dust in the corner) and watch some of the maniacal talking heads on one of those funny shows that call themselves "News." I guess the real meaning of News is "not even worth seeing," but really you should watch just for a few minutes and see there really is a war on Christmas. All those hysterical shrieking boring, ugly old white people couldn't possibly be wrong now, could they?
So, I'll do my part to be their loyal opposition because without an opposing side, there can be no war. I will be that side and I will give to you twelve days of my own personal war on Christmas.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Something to be thankful for...
Sometimes when the asshole to human ratio gets out of whack, it's good to remember those who have died and by their passing left the world a better place because they're no longer in it.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
There's xmas crap in the store already!
Any day now the hysterical talking heads on the hatestream media will be hysterically whining about the mythical war on xmas. I consider it my patriotic duty to fight back, since they're the ones who call it a "war."
First, to really make their heads explode, a lovely little holiday tune that about sums up how I feel about their stupid made up holiday to make the supersitious masses buy their cheap crap. Enjoy!
And then, because part of the "war" is fighting with things and over things and about things, I want my things to win over their things. So here's some anti-christmas "ornaments" to stick on your poles to wave around as you take to the streets for the annual war on xmas.
First, to really make their heads explode, a lovely little holiday tune that about sums up how I feel about their stupid made up holiday to make the supersitious masses buy their cheap crap. Enjoy!
And then, because part of the "war" is fighting with things and over things and about things, I want my things to win over their things. So here's some anti-christmas "ornaments" to stick on your poles to wave around as you take to the streets for the annual war on xmas.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Bible Blinders
Anyone who's tried to have a civilized conversation with a Religidiot knows that facts are nasty little things that need to be swept out the door with all the rest of the heathen devil spawn. But I try because I really want to understand how someone can suspend thinking and hand their brain over to someone else to fill to overflowing with all kinds of stupid shit.
So I'm not surprised there's this perverse split of new and old testament crap they treat like a menu of options. If they actually believed what was in the Bible they'd be loving themselves some human beings, no matter if they were black, brown, pink or gay. Instead they focus on the crap that lets them kill anything they don't like and fuck their sisters.
And you know what really scares them? An Atheist who has actually read the Bible because they just know we're going to be flinging those ugly fact things at them.
So I'm not surprised there's this perverse split of new and old testament crap they treat like a menu of options. If they actually believed what was in the Bible they'd be loving themselves some human beings, no matter if they were black, brown, pink or gay. Instead they focus on the crap that lets them kill anything they don't like and fuck their sisters.
And you know what really scares them? An Atheist who has actually read the Bible because they just know we're going to be flinging those ugly fact things at them.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
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Monday, August 23, 2010
Humble Like Jesus
My favorite kind of irreverent, profanity-laden comic routine poking fun at religion. And if there's anything that is irreverent, profanity-laden, and totally comical--it's religion. So it's kind of a fighting like with like kind of thing. Very amusing.
It's that time of year when most people start thinking about new calendars. Why not combine the beauty of nature with some great Atheist quotes? And you can customize them so they can start and end at whatever month you'd like.
It's that time of year when most people start thinking about new calendars. Why not combine the beauty of nature with some great Atheist quotes? And you can customize them so they can start and end at whatever month you'd like.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Yeah, it happened this way....
How is it any different than what those wild and crazy creationists claim is the truth? At least this one is funny.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
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Monday, May 10, 2010
The Cult of Crazy People
Just remember, when those inbred morons start going on about America being a Christian nation, their claims are no different than when the occupants of padded rooms start going on about being anally probed by aliens. If you need proof of this, here's some Christians providing all the proof you need with their words, actions, and wild-eyed insanity they fool themselves into believing is religion. It's religion, alright. Just back away from the drugs and no one gets hurt.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Jesus Hearts Porn
Here we have a serious subject under discussion, the right of a woman to choose what to do with her own body, and the Goposaur who surely cites the sanctity of womanhood as he votes to deny her this right in the name of his meddling god, spends some quality time ogling naked women. Maybe he's looking for someone to have his baby. Yeah, that's a good excuse. Except he hasn't run it by his wife yet because you just know she's not going to get the whole I was bored so I decided to go boobie surfing, argument. She's going to whack him upside his hypocritical porn-surfing smut-loving jesus screaming head. The rest of his state should vote him out of office so he'll have all kinds of time to surf to his heart's content without doing it on the taxpayer dime.
Monday, May 3, 2010
When No Means No
I don't know where crazy ass christians got the idea that if they just bothered you enough, you'd somehow give in. The whole idea that forcing your beliefs on someone is annoying just whizzes right by their poor brainwashed heads.
Get a clue, guys. There's a reason you don't see Atheists knocking on doors asking you to celebrate nothing. Because it's all in your heads, you morons! You believe some book written by people who believed the earth was flat. How stupid is that?
Jesus and all your imaginary playmates are hallucinations from bad food or something you swallowed, and it's rude to demand others share in your hallucinations.
Get a clue, guys. There's a reason you don't see Atheists knocking on doors asking you to celebrate nothing. Because it's all in your heads, you morons! You believe some book written by people who believed the earth was flat. How stupid is that?
Jesus and all your imaginary playmates are hallucinations from bad food or something you swallowed, and it's rude to demand others share in your hallucinations.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Crazy Christian Cultists call in to whine.
These guys are great. They deal with the religion cultists with humor, intelligence, and facts as they call into their show. Here's a sample selection.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Does Religion Make You Stupid?
Some interesting test results showing the correlation between religious belief and IQ. Anyone who's driven through some of the scariest parts of Dumbfuckistan in the deepest darkest parts of the GodCultist southern states won't be surprised by these results. Believe me, I thought they'd be far lower than they were. But then I was just reading the billboards and the Teabagger's signs. That would have lowered the numbers considerably if they included more of them. I imagine they couldn't climb over the bodies of census takers and UPS delivery guys to ask them about their religious beliefs which is why they weren't included.
Friday, April 23, 2010
The Hypocrisy of Religion
Really excellent video showing the hypocrisy of the media over religion, politics, and health care. These are some seriously disturbed crazy people. Keep in mind this is the public side of them. What the hell are they like when we aren't watching?
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
When Crazy Gets Religion
If you've ever needed proof that religion rots the brain, check out some of these quotes. Based on a lot of them, it seems religion also rots your compassion, tolerance, and ability to love. Crazy Christian Quotes
But nothing beats this video of the most whacked out Christian crazy ever. She has crazy eyes. And she scares her own children.
But nothing beats this video of the most whacked out Christian crazy ever. She has crazy eyes. And she scares her own children.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Domestic Terrorists
A bunch of losers celebrate Hitler's birthday and the anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing by spreading more of their hatred and delusion. Where were these so-called constitution lovers when George W Bush was wiping his ass with this precious document? Where were they when Cheney's wars for oil were lied into existence? Where were they when Bushco stole the country blind and turned and ignored and also obscenely profited from the outright thievery by the banks, insurance companies, and Wall Street? Where were they when the failed Republican hallucination of "trickle down" led to the one of the largest foreclosure rates in history and hundreds of thousands of people were turned out on the street? Where were they when Wal-Mart took out dead peasant insurance policies to cash in when they died, unaware they were even in the gambling game? Where was their outrage then? Where were their fat, pasty white asses then?
I suspect they were where they always are, parked in front of their TV's watching Faux News as they cash their Social Security checks, pop the pills they got with Medicare and/or their VA "guvmint" plan, eating fatty fried food that advances Alzheimer's and makes the insurance companies rich because they're heavily invested in them eating it so they can bet on when they'll die (read more), making Teahadist signs riddled with Teabonics because the only "book learning" they got came from heavily censored and biased Texas schoolbooks, as they advocate the overthrow of the government and denounce all terrorism that involves brown or black skin but defines their own domestic terrorism as "patriotic." These morons are CELEBRATING what happened to the Federal Building in Oklahoma. Timothy McVeigh was their hero. He was one of them. They are losers of the worst kind.
I suspect they were where they always are, parked in front of their TV's watching Faux News as they cash their Social Security checks, pop the pills they got with Medicare and/or their VA "guvmint" plan, eating fatty fried food that advances Alzheimer's and makes the insurance companies rich because they're heavily invested in them eating it so they can bet on when they'll die (read more), making Teahadist signs riddled with Teabonics because the only "book learning" they got came from heavily censored and biased Texas schoolbooks, as they advocate the overthrow of the government and denounce all terrorism that involves brown or black skin but defines their own domestic terrorism as "patriotic." These morons are CELEBRATING what happened to the Federal Building in Oklahoma. Timothy McVeigh was their hero. He was one of them. They are losers of the worst kind.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Religion's Effect On The Brain
Exhibit A in the rapid deterioration and mental insanity in a subject exposed to fundamentalist fairy tales. She's just been told the dinosaurs fell off the edge of the flat earth.
"Fantastic doctrines (like Christianity or Islam or Marxism) require unanimity of belief. One dissenter casts doubt on the creed of millions. Thus the fear and the hate; thus the torture chamber, the iron stake, the gallows, the labor camp, the psychiatric ward." — Edward Abbey.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
The Age Of The Idiot
This excellent video put out by New Left Media shows how ethical journalism is supposed to work, as opposed to the moronic force-feeding of hate, fear and ignorance inflicted on America by the mainstream Corporate-owned media. These are the Teahadists--the slogan-spouting "morans" who have no idea what they're objecting to--exposing their ignorance. Go ahead and laugh until you realize they don't care if their words are wrong or if their actions lead to mayhem and death, because they don't even understand what they're raging against. They're just going where they are led by others yanking their bigotry and racism chains. Let's hope that years from now they won't have to stoop to the cop-out excuse employed by the non-thinking, uneducated and ignorant rabble throughout time: I was only following orders.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." --Shakespeare
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." --Shakespeare
Friday, April 16, 2010
Racist Teahadist Morons
If anyone has any doubt what kind of damage can be inflicted on a population by lack of education, check out the appalling ignorance of the Teabagging morons as they inflict their teabonics on anyone who will listen to their pathetic squeals. One of these days someone will break through the thick fog of their pea brains and explain why they are nothing more than puppets for their corporate masters. They'll probably be so angry they'll burn down their own homes and slap themselves silly.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
What Bat-Shit Crazy Looks Like
When you're a has-been hack from SNL, you end up sticking a big dorky red bow in your hair and making a total ass of yourself. read more
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Senator McConnell, Wall Street's Paid Bitch
Looks like congress is finally getting the message that they should at least pretend they are not bought and paid for by Wall Street. And they're starting by going after one of the Banking and Wall Street's favorite bitches, none other than head whiner and complainer of anything prefaced by reform, Mitch McConnell, one of the most unethical and corrupt Senators in Congress.
"Sen. Chris Dodd (D-Conn.) entered a political memo written by GOP strategist Frank Luntz into the official Congressional Record on Wednesday, arguing that it belonged there because Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) and other Republicans were repeating it verbatim in their effort to block Wall Street reform." read more
"Sen. Chris Dodd (D-Conn.) entered a political memo written by GOP strategist Frank Luntz into the official Congressional Record on Wednesday, arguing that it belonged there because Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) and other Republicans were repeating it verbatim in their effort to block Wall Street reform." read more
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The Phallic Blessing
In order to not remind Pope Benedict of all the child molestations he and his church helped cover up, a giant penis in Malta is in danger of being removed for his upcoming visit.
"Colonna Mediterranea, a monument near a major airport in Malta, is facing removal before the Pope's visit to the country this weekend, after the local mayor worried it may be too "phallic."
Mayor John Schembri described the sculpture as "obscene" and "embarrassing," and it should be removed "as a sign of respect" for Pope Benedict XVI..."Read More
"Colonna Mediterranea, a monument near a major airport in Malta, is facing removal before the Pope's visit to the country this weekend, after the local mayor worried it may be too "phallic."
Mayor John Schembri described the sculpture as "obscene" and "embarrassing," and it should be removed "as a sign of respect" for Pope Benedict XVI..."Read More
Monday, April 12, 2010
Crazy on Crazy Attack Politics
It's crazy on crazy down there in the brain-frying heat of Arizona. On one side you have a crazy ass nut job who thinks gay marriage will lead to people marrying their horses, and running against him is John McCain who wasn't sane enough to realize Sarah Palin put the crazed in crazy. It all comes together in a campaign ad against Hayworth put out by the McCain campaign. It's looking good for Democrats unless the sun has fried people's brains so completely that they actually consider there to be a serious choice between the two Goposaurs. In that case, well the crazy people have to all live somewhere and Arizona is good for that.
She Has Crazy Eyes
She's the Queen of Crazy and it's all in the eyes. If they truly are the window to the soul then she's got some crazy ass demons working up some insane plots inside her tiny little pea brain.
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