Dogpile on the Flatulent Fucknuckle

My new favorite blog belongs to one Red S Tater. Who shall be referred to forthwith as:

‘RHOID S TASTER

Like it? Me too. He doesn’t. He keeps refusing my comments because I call him ‘Rhoid.

Anyway. This guy’s a classic Ditto-head, Heritage-Foundation-talking-points, everything-is-the-liberals-fault mouthpiece. Please go to his blog and let him know there are people other than crybaby conservatives on the web. It’ll piss you off AND you’ll have fun doing it.

You’re Fucking Kidding Me, Right?

Okay. Barrack Obama says he won’t go after Republican Vice Presidential pick Gov. Sarah Palin’s daughter Bristol’s pregnancy. Well then brother, clear a path, because that crazy wench has got it coming. And I, for one, have no scruples. (Too many years being used as a punching bag by the Rush Limbaughs of the world. FUCK YOU, RUSH!!!)

Let’s see now, you have a newborn down syndrome special needs child at home and your seventeen-year-old daughter is pregnant by her backwoods boyfriend and fully intends to keep the child. Shit, now’s a perfect time to run for the Vice Presidency of the United States of America!

Two Strikes and YOU’RE STUPID!

I have Conservative friends. People I love but cannot for the life of me fathom. I know Deadheads who call themselves Republican. That’s just messed up.

In the spirit of Bill Maher, I hereby impose a New Rule:

If you voted for George W. Bush twice, YOUR OPINION NO LONGER MATTERS.

Wake the F@^k Up, WVAX!

I’m horribly addicted to talk radio. No, not Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity or Michael Weiner, er,… Savage (all of whom deserve to be mauled and publicly sodomized for starters), but lefty talk radio. I love me some Air America.