Fuck John Sidney McCain, III - Part 2

Hanx to Sam Loomis at Our Dark Lord, Kos

Jesse Helms Dies, Goes to Hell

They gave that spot in Heaven to a minority.

Bonus

Rightwingsparkle Lays On the Love

Though I can't really say that she laid that sweet, sweet lovin' on me, because her witch's brew of psychopathology includes a heady portion of pure narcissism.

In what passes for her mind, it's Sparkie time all the time.

As with any good self-love story, it all started when I was poking around my sitemeter stats, wondering who's come over to my shitty little blog recently, how much time they spent, and how they knew to get here in the first place.

As I scanned the seemingly-endless list of referring url's, one jumped out past the others - someone had come to my shitty little blog via one of the premier D-list wingnut sites - the one run by the vaginaphobic little man himself.

I followed the link to a post and discussion that's probably best compared to a bunch of hairy guys rubbing lotion on each other (not that there's anything wrong with that).

And there it was, like that crumpled note on the floor beneath my 5th-grade desk so long ago...

Bliss.

This One's for Chickenshit Wingnuts Everywhere

Rightwingsparkle's chief cobag is back minding the store, while the object of his MILF lust takes her family on their second vacation in just the past few weeks. That girl sure has lots of leisure time on her hands, all the more reason to make the Cheney Administration's income redistribution scam tax cuts permanent.

Anywhoozle, since Rightwingsparkle's chief cobag likes to bluster so much about war:

I have no solution for the the issues we have with Iran. Clearly, they are provoking us, their acts have given us enough case for war.

I thought it only right to point out the inevitable results of his shameless chickenshitting.

Not that it would make any difference to the psychopathic little coward.

image by Eugene Richards, via BagNewsNotes

Wishing I'd Said That

I love Doghouse Riley, especially when he tells David Brooks to just shut the fuck up:

You were not proved wrong about Iraq in the fall of 2003; you were proven clinically, certifiably, and cynically, to boot, the victim of megalomania profundus. This was not a slow leak, to be patched at leisure. The balloon popped, the bucket had no bottom. You put everything on Black, and you lost. You do not get to come back five fucking years later and say, There! I told you Black was going to come up! and demand your winnings, respect for your (latest) version of events, or that we now accept a share your humiliation. No sireee, as we say in the Land of real Appleby's customers; you're done, long since, and you have no standing at any point to return to the debate, let alone shape it.

Shut the fuck up, indeed.

Meanwhile, Rightwingsparkle got herself all wet down there when her chief cobag pointed her to the same piece by Brooks. “Bush was Riiiii-uhn-uhn-uhn-iiiight…….ahh!,” Sparkie exclaimed.

Her chief cobag begged in vain to sniff her fingers, then solemnly intoned:

We stopped the first time for the worst possible reason. Bush 41 didn't want to be a big meany.

The only thing worse than war is to prosecute that war half-assed.

Yup, cuz if Rightwingsparkle’s chief cobag is an authority on anything, it’s on the subject of the most effective mental imagery for masturbating waging war.

image from the incomparable Tom Tomorrow

Thanks for the laughs, George

George Denis Patrick Carlin
May 12, 1937 - June 22, 2008

Bonus

Every Joke Has an Underlying Grievance

from Drew and Natalie at Married to the Sea