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9/14: Never Forget.
As pointed out by 'd' at LG&M, Gun Counter Gomer is taking a breather from stalking Scott Beauchamp in order to shame us over the way that our nominees have turned their backs on JFK who, apparently, was one hell of a Republican President:
These chocolate bunny Democrats — sugary and smooth on the surface, melting under the slightest heat and pressure to expose a void inside — will spend this money trying convince Americans that we are not noble, that we are selfish, shallow, weak and untrustworthy, and that we should turn our backs on Kennedy's famous pledge:
...that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of liberty.
The last burden I remember Gomer bearing was on 9/14, a day that will live in infamy, when a Islamohurricane, named after a Mexican no less, launched a pre-dawn attack on his man-grill because they hate us for our patented Touch-N-Go gas ignition systems. Although willing to pay any price, Gomer was able to able to pick up a replacement grill for 15% off at Ray Bob's B-B-Q Barn and Chigger Clinic with a coupon from the Pennysaver, proving that not only Americans indomitable, they are thrifty.
I thank you for shopping and saving, plucky patriot.
USA! USA! USA!
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The picture of the 9/14 aftermath looks like the grill threw up, an occurrence not unfamiliar to those who experience direct exposure to Gomer, his cooking, or his writing.
Mr. Bogg,
Why do conservatives seemingly always compare liberal folks to food, the vagina or nazis?
“Ray Bob’s B-B-Q Barn and Chigger Clinic”
To paraphrase Chris Matthews and that chracter from the Simpsons, “HAH-HAH”
You know damn well he got a deal, just ’cause he’s a blogger’n’stuff.
Gun Counter Gomer might be the stupidest person in the history of the universe.
Then again, there’s the Pantload, the Cap’n, O’Lielly, Hannity, Tucker, Atlas Juggs, McFartle, the Kristol Family Wampyrn, the Goodling+the Gimp abomination, the Troglodyte Family Kagan, Hindercocket, the Box Turtle, I Haz Bukit, Darth Dick, Chimpy McTrouserstain, Helicopter Ben, Gollum Greenspan, Condipizza Shite, et. al. der alter Senatus populus que douchebaggius maximus.
I’ve forgotten the other 739 wingbat subhumans.
They know who they are, and so does the universe.
My understanding of this universe is finite.
Their stupid is infinite.
As is our suffering.
Let them all meet their karmically necessary end.
Hanging from hooks in Kali’s eternal torture chamber.
You know PJ Media sprung for the deductible on his renter’s insurance for that grill.
Although willing to pay any price, Gomer was able to able to pick up a replacement grill for 15% off at B***’s Seafood and Tourist Trap with a coupon from The Coastland Times, proving that not only are Americans indomitable, they are thrifty.
There. Fixed.
Hey! When you mean Captain Ed, say Captain Ed.
Some of us Cap’ns are OK. There’s me, Cap’n Crunch…
These chocolate bunny Democrats — sugary and smooth on the surface, melting under the slightest heat and pressure to expose a void inside
Wow.
This is the finest example of faux-literate wingnut metaphor abuse I’ve ever seen. Gomer deserves some kind of award. When does this year’s Bulwer-Lytton contest open?
Leave out the “cap’n” part. Just call him special!
Can we call him Disturb Ed?