Aw, he’s probably just figuring that those sick people may be selfish bastards, but with the new Miracle of Securitized Life Insurance, they’re worth more dead than alive. And speaking of ’swaps’, why would Ross care about wombs when he can make a fortune in finance swapping life insurance securities?

Why does that picture of Douchehat look like it’s a head shot from his aborted attempt at joining a boy band in the 1990s? Or does he think that’s how conservatards are supposed to look? All tough, like they’ve seen men fight and die in movies and stuff, and it makes them hard. (heh)

What the hell? I go out to a barbecue, and when I come home, the comments section ’round here has exploded like Alec Rawls and his fistful of sock puppets came to dinner. Makes me miss the old Blogspot days.

And to Caepan, all I can say is: that photo looks to me like the one they run of the sniper the day after he’s shot up a schoolyard.

WWCRWD?

le petite morte?

y’all be Republicanizin’ yer Frenchifyin’

ya know?

Fairly low key for Ross, but the undertoad is always lurking just below the surface. You know it’s just a matter of time before his grandmother’s house gets demolished and reveals the basement that Ross spent his wonder years in.

Rose still can’t bring it.

Signed,

Chunky Reese Witherspoon

I propose “voluntary” euthanasia of people who have absolutely nothing to contribute to the political discourse of our country, but who, inexplicably, still get paid to wax idiotic on subjects of which they know nothing. Douthat, both the MMs, and Kristol are at the top of that very long list.

Heh, heh, heh. First we go after the old. Then we go after the young. Then we go after the BEARDS!!!

Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No kidding. Thought I’d take some time off from the internets, and all the fun starts. Guess only us Socialists are concerned with honoring the Glorious American Worker this weekend

Although I seem to remember a couple of dustups at Blogspot during that oh-four election thingy.

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Molly Ivins popularized the fake cowboy saying onto Boy-King Bush, but for Boy Wanker I guess it would be:
No hat, all chatter.

It can be yours for the low low price of punching wingnutters in the neck a la John Cole of Balloon Juice every time you hear one bringing the batshitcrazy!

I think he is hoping that all the liberals will euthanize themselves so he can take over all of America’s wombs.

The Pasty Little Putz also managed to get through his whole column without letting on that “the author” of the article he was discussing, one “Dr. Emanuel,” is Rahm Emanuel’s brother…

Why does that picture of Douchehat…

I call it the wingnut face mullet with a sensitive twist – like the love child of Mitch Miller and Michael Bolton.

Ha ha…I’m just imagining Michael Bolton, with his histrionic, narcissistic weight-lifter’s voice, releasing a “Sing Along” album.

That’s a face that hasn’t lived much at all.

“le petite morte”?

Middle French?

Okay, the secret’s out. Not only is TB French, but educated in the 14th to 17th centuries.

Er, but even then it would be “petit”, to go with “le”.

Sadly, No! has upsnarked even the great TBogg

Douthanasia