McMegan forks oysters, and Baby Jesus weeps. Ah, forkem’ both!

As Flaubert said, the three essentials for happiness are to be stupid, to be selfish, and to have good health; but without the first the other two are useless.

So she has that going for her.

I can understand her selfishness and callousness. I can’t understand why she thinks it’s a good idea to Twitter her selfishness and callousness.

once again, most of the rich are not like the ones who’ll leave their fortunes to others like Buffet, but are small-spirited mean souls who don’t deserve the spit from our mouths if they were on fire.

thanks for keeping us aware of the small ones.

Thank you for suffering the MeganMcArdle cruelty=viciousness/stupidity so the rest of us don’t have to.

Have you returned to the miserable weather and terrible discomfort of San Diego from Paradise, mr. tbogg?
And how did your estimable brother, mr. fbogg, survive your absence?

There isn’t a chance in hell the ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future will visit this bitch, is there?

Your not gettin in teh spirit of Xmas present

Megs is holding teh little urban urchins hostage til all the babymommas move outa her hood ta make it less ummmm urban.

You got an issue wit dat? Then we gonna take it hostage.

She has a heart?!??!

Well, it did take an electron microscope to find it…

I suggest that, in the great hereafter, Megs’ immortal punishment should be her locked in a soundproof booth with “The Christmas Shoes” piped in on an endless loop.

I would have sworn that her chest was as empty as her cranium.

Oh, per-fect. Absolutely my most hated “Christmas song” evah.
OTOH, she might love it.

Gack!!! I had forgotten all about that particular abomination (the song, not McMegan). Thanks so much for the reminder. A worthy punishment, indeed.

Not to pick nits or anything, but the title up there, “Tiny Tim Was A Looter Who Deserved to Die”…what you got against ukelele players, Mr. Bogg? Is this ukelele-afficianado phobia the result of your Hawaiian sojourn? Inquiring minds want to know.

I’m wondering what the new “A Christmas Carol” would look like were it produced now, with our Libertarian-Conservative heart-of-purest-black climate.

Scrooge would be a successful but highly decent and fairly liberal guy, perhaps a philanthropist, and Ayn Rand would appear and take him on a tour of the past, present, and future, where he’d see scenes that taught him that people didn’t hate him enough and he was being a complete bleeding heart pansy, letting poor people walk all over him. The scene of his funeral would hold particularly foreboding as he witnesses the huge turnout and outpouring of love and appreciation for his life– which means that he was a pushover and loser!

So he wakes up and leaps out the door with a new lease on life, runs and takes back the Christmas Goose he gave the poor family who works for him, forces everyone to work on Christmas, kicks away the crutches from Tiny Tim, cancels dinner with his relatives who are just sponges who want his money he now realizes, and crawls back into his dark, unheated apartment so he can save every penny which he surrounds himself with in piles and becomes increasingly paranoid about losing any of it until he finally dies lonely bitter and alone the end.

Fortunately, Tiny Tim had seen this, something Scrooge could never take away….

Twunt

I’m no economic genius like Megan, but on Christmas Day, I’ll be serving turkey and trimmin’s to hungry people in my community. With, I’m sorry to say, regular salt and forks.

Oh, and I forgot to add: Merry Christmas, Megan, and please enjoy all of the shit your privileged life allows you.

I cried because I had no Jimmy Choos until I read Meggs’ twitter. She writes (still) like a woman who has never been penetrated by the Suderman penis.

It’s okay, Hell has an entire library of those Christmas tunes that make you want to puncture your eardrums with an icepick.

If she likes “Christmas Shoes”, we’ll feed her Taylor Swift’s rendition of “Santa Baby” instead.

Not to downplay suffering

Die, bitch.

Taylor Swift’s rendition of “Santa Baby” instead

Please tell me that does not exist, please, please, please! (If it does exist, do not tell me, thnx).

Believe me, I wish I was lying.

But for the sake of everyone’s remaining bits of sanity, I will not link it here. If you want to gaze into that particular abyss, let your own fingers do the walking.

Actually, that was most of the plot of Blackadder’s Christmas Carol.

OMG, I thought you were making that up – there really is a Blackadder’s Christmas Carol.

Oops. Responded to the wrong post, see below.

Ah. Cool. It’s really just the story in reverse, so I shouldn’t be that surprised.

Kind of reminds me of this. Except, er, in reverse.

Megs doesn’t believe any number or fact unless she makes it up herself. It’s a blissful, self-satisfying way to live, drifting through the days sedated on an endless supply of appletinis and xanax.

>It’s a blissful, self-satisfying way to live, drifting through the days sedated on an endless supply of appletinis and xanax.

I’ve always imagined that Megan bites her nails. And then gnaws the cuticles. She’s tried everything to make herself stop, but is reduced to sticking on Sally Hansen fakes when she has to be presentable.

She smokes.

She does have a heart, mint condition, never used..

God Bless McMeghan and her unacknowledged French ancestor, Inspector Javert.