Nooooooooooo! That voice! “Let’s be intellectually honest here.” For that, I think you need an intellect first.

“They had secret meetings with people whose names they wouldn’t tell us, to decide our medical future.” Really? Gonna go there are you? Remember Darth Cheney and the ‘energy task force’? FAIL.

Oh my gawd. What an awful voice. What an awful brain. Her curdled soul is in need of stitching up, too.

And, no, Debbie, I don’t remember when you and I went to the doctor to have that wart removed. And neither do you, you insignificant twit.

heinous dye job you trollish twat!

Yeah, like Lauren Bacall in “Key Largo,” Elizabeth Taylor in “Cat On A Hot Tin Roof.” Barbra Streisand in “What’s Up Doc?” and “The Mirror Has Two Faces” and Sarah JP in “Moon Over Miami”, “The Family Stone” and the SITC flick. Clearly an unsubtle effort to ghettoize these women, a virtual cultural genocide in movie making in two centuries. WTF would want to get busy with Scarlett Johansson or Evan Rachel Wood? They just don’t get the sexy roles or the good roles because they’re Jewish. Did I remember to tell you that Woody Allen is an antisemite?…

Sorry, I couldn’t click on it. I’ve heard her voice, and it still haunts me.

If one of Barack Obama’s daughters was a single mother, we conservatives would be legitimately all over it. Or if her name was Sha’niqua.

I’m glad to know that one of the deeply-held principles of conservatism is that it is “legitimate” to mock African-American names.

You know, she talks like shes had a stroke. Perhaps thats what her problem is.

Li’l Debbie wrote:

And let’s be intellectually honest here. If one of Barack Obama’s daughters was a single mother, we conservatives would be legitimately all over it. Or if her name was Sha’niqua.

You have to admit, she’s right about that.

If one of the Obama daughters was living in the White House with a born-out-of-wedlock child, the Rethugs would be all over it. They wouldn’t be “legitimately” all over it, but they would be ALL over it. It’s all any of them would be talking about. Every Fox “News” host would have his or her own hour-long special about Baby Mama Obama. Entire issues of the National Review would be dedicated to the topic.

Seriously, Debbie Schlussel is, based on her writing, a vile person. But you can’t say she’s wrong on that point.

Erm, for the record, Mary Cheney wasn’t just “techically” the baby mama, she gave birth to said infant. Not her “significant he/she/it/whatever.”

You’ve got to love anyone that has a FINALIST 2005 medal prominently displayed for the first/last time visitors to her site. Here’s hoping she goes Galt soon.

“significant he/she/it/whatever.”
Ladies and gentlemen, your 2009 Conservative movement!

Coming in 2010, “The Truth about Foxes and Dogs,” wherein
the male lead falls for a beautiful, velvet-voiced pundit (Rachel Maddow)
and ignores her disheveled Jewish roommate (Schluss-dawg), both over
the phone and in person. Trailer line: “No, Debbie, I know you’re not her. Not
your voice, not your face, nothing. Now please put the gun down.”

And yes, the male lead fails in his wooing of the famous lesbian, leading him to get with their neighbor across the hall, Shan’iqua (Vivica A. Fox).

Wow. I thought I had heard/seen her on the teevee, but I had no earthly idea how ghastly she truly is. There’s an odd, blinky, almost reptilian quality to her. She’s very DEVO.

Clearly, her parents didn’t beat her/him/it/whatever enough as a child.

Back when we could afford medicine, the only thing medicine could cure was a broken leg. And it would cost a few hundred dollars.

Now, medicine can cure all kinds of fancy stuff and it costs tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars in some cases. Even if you’re fortunate enough ‘only’ to have a broken bone once in your life, it’ll now cost you THOUSANDS of dollars.

Solution….either tax the hell out of the blood sucking medical and pharma industry profits to subsizide the poor, or nationalize healthcare and outlaw profit on human suffering and misery.

Enjoy.

Damn you to hell, TBogg. Every time I’m absolutely sure I’ve seen the worst humanity has to offer, someone delivers Debbie Schlussel to my computer monitor and I have to completely recalibrate my Scumometer.

Quick, someone tell Debbie about all the benefits of going John Galt.

Reading Debbie Schlussel is like wearing a raw bacon suit; there is no way you don’t feel the need for a three hour shower afterward.

On the other hand, there is probably someone who would find a raw bacon suit sexy. Der Schlusselscheisskopf, not so much.

Whereas names like Track, Trig, and Tripp perfectly, you know, okay.