Chapomatic » Treason Is Patriotism…Again

Bottom line: A Rolling Stone reporter embeds with the Taliban, uses his passport to pass with his buddies through a checkpoint, and praises his new buddies while he damns us.

Just in case you thought kissing BHO’s ass for two solid years wasn’t proof enough.

Hot Air » Blog Archive » Obama: I’ll make energy prices “skyrocket”

And the rich will pay for it. You? You’re good, don’t worry. Got a plan for you.

Jesus, great work, mediots. Where was all this faggot ‘eat the rich’ shit, like, six months ago? It’s your GDMFSOBing JOB, bitches. Do you think Virginia or Pennsylvania, or fucking COLORADO might have reacted significantly to this shit? If not normal everyday not-community organizing mofos who have to heat their damn houses this winter?

I realize unpaid unprofessionals are doing what used to be the work of the Fourth Estate, so, it’s cool. I appreciate that it’s at least out there. No one can say they didn’t know.

Unless they were in bed getting ready to go to work on Monday morning before the election. Fuckers.

Bush absent from campaign trail

And as a result…America is fixing to elect a full-bore, top-drawer, Chicago Machine hack socialist. Any idea that Congress is going to be a check — PSYCH!

Bush ain’t Thomas Jefferson, and he’s a long damn way from perfect, but he’s done a very fine job in the toughest situation I’ve known in my adult life. Piss on anyone who thinks otherwise. I’m too old to care what you retards think either of the two other mechas might have done.

Cobb

I say so particularly noting how out of touch the reality of a slapped wrist is with its metaphor. If any schoolteacher in this country were to actually slap the wrist of a child, she’d be up on charges. Instead we live in a nation of metrosexual passive aggressives (with their patron saint Obama) who have only suffered the metaphors of black eyes. The only thing they strain is credulity. It is only a matter of time until that subculture of our nation collapses into a sobbing heap. It’s already in over its head.

That’s where we are, that’s what we have to deal with, and it’s not going to get better unless we make it better.

One exception from my end: our nation is already a sobbing heap. You can thank your local educator, should you feel a need to thank anyone.

You should, you know — nobody ever held a bake sale for an air force. They fucked up our kids all on property taxes.

OTOH, I meet lots of bad young mofos out there while I’m boozing. Young, bad, and smart. We’re probably gonna be OK, but we’ve got a great deal of work ahead of us. Strap it on, old man.

Sine Qua Non
Was it over when Bill Ayers bombed the Pentagon?

Charles is a thinker, I’m a doer.

I’m your worst nightmare — try this, what happened, ok then,try that, let’s get one of those and plug it in over here and see what happens, that will never work moron. That’s me. And I say fuck it - we go Canada Jr., I’m gonna suck you whiny little bitches dry. Got it? Seriously, you assholes will not know what hit your dumb unicorn asses when all us rednecks come knocking. Be prepared to tutor tiny tots in Obamunishm till the cows come home. I want mine and I’m gonna fucking get it.

I’m gonna get it, and then I’m gonna convert it into gold, guns or ammo, and leave it to my grandsons. They’ll fix this wagon. Fuck it, I’ll move back to North Texas on the government teat and spend my remaining days teaching them.

Because, it really wasn’t over when Bill Ayers bombed the Pentagon. Not. Even Close.

Didn’t even know they still made thus stuff. Rawk me, 80s style.

Table card at the gun show.

From my continuing research on just what the hell constitutes rich to the Obamessiah & his pals:

The latest comes from Bill Richardson, pegged at $120,000.

Pretty soon, their pronouncements are going to get down to my severely-underfunded entrepreneur-ish startup level.

Belmont Club » Cassandra

Beer, boys, beer. It’s time to drink a beer. Even in the unlikely event that what Erica Jong predicts happens, I would rather die drunk than die insane.

Been saying that a while now.

OK, then — gotta get Shark Tales running on the DVD — the oldest just woke up. This will be the fourth viewing of that bit of animation this weekend. Man, I’d go berserk raising a kid in these times. So much crap pushed at them from every nanteenth degree. I can’t wait till they’re old enough to take them out to the country somewhere with a BB gun, though, and kill some dirty, stinking tin cans. Probably should buy those BB guns now, too, before the Department of Non-Violence bans them.