Future grandmother-at-34 and mother of one or two kids depending upon whether you’re Andrew Sullivan, Bristol Palin has a blog now! And instead of posting funny LOLmoose pictures and 101 Uses For Ranch Dressing recipes (baby formula? why not!) she is putting up “writey things” which Palin family fans can then print out and keep until they meet someone who can read it to them while they clap their hands in childish delight. Then it gets scrapbooked for posterity.
Today Bristol posted her final GED essay:
Why Don’t You Call Me, I’m Out In The Tundra, I’m Hungry To Hear You
Which is about how Bristol wants a phone call from President Black Obama just like that one he made to that slutty college girl, because Bristol had no birth control either and she’s got the baby to prove it so, hah!, she wins! LOL!:
You don’t know my telephone number, but I hope your staff is busy trying to find it. Ever since you called Sandra Fluke after Rush Limbaugh called her a slut, I figured I might be next. You explained to reporters you called her because you were thinking of your two daughters, Malia and Sasha. After all, you didn’t want them to think it was okay for men to treat them that way:
Then Bristol talks about that mean Bill Maher man who is on that HBO channel that did that movie where they made her mom look dumb and, even worse, made Bristol looked fat, and that Obama should pay a million dollar fine. She also mentions SuperPacs which, until recently, Bristol thought were those large 60-piece tubs of Juicy Fruit, but apparently they’re like that bank account that her mom uses to pay for family vacations.
Anyway, the President should call Bristol, but not during the day because she will be at her job as the assistant skin exfoliater trainee at Merle Norman and her boss won’t let her take personal phones calls while she’s working because she’s a total bitch.




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Zed !! ohhhh .. the humanity .. these calls from the right for “consistency and equality” are boring .. [yawn] .. take away their constant search for persecution and they have no bindings .. lol ..
also ..see redstate .. on stanley fish .. for more ammo ..
Hey, Denver’s hired a rebuilt Lord and Savior, which will give Timmy Tebow some time to run up to Wasilla and keep our dancing queen company.
Apparently from the picture at the head of her column, Bristol has Obamas cell phone number in her iPhone already. How’d she score that?
Oh, and I learned a new word today from her commenters: Obamapologista, which I assume is someone who defends Obama.
Heh. Even Bristol’s url is misspelled. It’s pathos, not “patheos.”
I’m finding it hard to understand why Bristol thinks the president should call her. As she says herself, he stood up for her during the 2008 campaign by saying that candidates’ family members should be off-limits.
How many times does she think he needs to apologize for other people making fun of her?
Here’s an idea: get the entire MSNBC lineup to make up shit and pretend that Bristol said it in order to construct an excuse for calling her a slut, a whore, and a prostitute, and have them repeat it for 3 days running. Then maybe Bristol will get that phone call she thinks she deserves.
So the President needs to call Bristol because someone called her mom something how long ago?
“Ever since you called Sandra Fluke after Rush Limbaugh called her a slut, I figured I might be next.”
Giving her mom a run for her money in the “it’s all about meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” department.
But…since she had sex without being married, nor obviously any intention of doing so, isn’t she more of what you might call a slut?
False equivalencies abound, which is de riguer for some rightwing think tank-typist who data entered this screed under Bristol’s name.
Lush Rimjob has made a *career* of demeaning women ceaselessly. His nasty diatribe against Ms. Fluke was just the last in a long line of ad hominem attacks against all women, in general, but so-called “liberal FemiNazi’s” in particular.
Rightwingers ceaselessly rush to Rush’s “defence” by saying he’s “merely an entertainer.” As in: pay no attention to the bigoted sexist behind the curtain… this is all just for shits ‘n grinz, and Limbaugh has *no influence* on politics or society in Team USA (as if and/or if only…).
One could argue that, in fact, Limbaugh is the putative head of the GOP given how much air time he hogs, plus the bowing and scraping and venerating many/most conservatives indulge themselves in re to Rush.
Bill Maher? Much more credibly can be called an entertainer, plus he’s not that much on the radar for majority of liberals/Democratic voters/leftists, nor is he treated with the fawning servility and unctiousness that conservatives reserve for “their” Rushie.
Spare me. I had no idea that Maher said those things about Palin & her spawn. If Maher made a nasty crack about Trig’s Down’s Syndrome, then shame on him. However, I knew nothing about Maher’s “attack” until Bristol brought it up, herself.
The nasty viscious below-the-belt misogynistic attack on Sandra Fluke by Rush Limbaugh? I never ever listen to Limbaugh, myself, but I knew about his sexist attack ASAP. Rush is the Big Time. Maher? Not as much.
Call the waaaaahmbulance for Bristol to pearl clutch on the fainting couch…
Reliable *distraction* for conservatives, who LOVE nothing more than to feel victimized to dirty LIEbruls.
Add a comma in the appropriate place. Calling sluts “Bristol” might start fights.
Saw Todd Friday. Both of us were waiting in our pickup trucks, as a snow blower and front-end loader cleared some big snow drifts off the road. He looked hen-pecked.
Of course Obama didn’t call! After all that plastic surgery she probably looks nothing like the photo in his phone’s contact list.
I registered an account here just to say that this is a slimy, disgusting post with a reprehensible title. FDL should have higher standards than to publish this tabloid trash, and the left could do with fewer people like you “contributing” to the conversation this way.
Hahahahahahahaha! That is all.
ruh roh… I sense a food fight coming on. Have at it…
But was it specifically vicious & graphically unforgiving? Because that is what we aim for.
If these people are suddenly all concerned about Bill Maher then they should cancel their HBO subscription.
There is nothing to argue here. The free market is the one biting Limbaugh in the ass and (according to them) the free market is never wrong.
Oh dear. Someone took the wrong turn at Purity Lane whilst wandering through FDLville.
I’m guessing Miss Bristol missed the clip of candidate Obama’s response to the reporter asking him to comment on the wisdom of debuting your unmarried pregnant teenager at the GOP Convention. Candidate Obama was exceedingly kind, even mentioning that his own mother was still a teenager when he was born. So Bristol has already received her call of support. Of course, had the situation been reversed, I’m confident candidate Palin would have been equally gracious.
Maybe someone will send her the clip.
I hope future archaeologists discover that gif so they can understand what went wrong in the United States.
Because Rush Limbaugh called you a slut?
Well, Bristol dearie, if Limpballs ever does call you a slut, I am pretty sure Obama will call you next.
“I registered an account here just to say that this is a slimy, disgusting post with a reprehensible title.”
I know. It’s great, huh?
“I registered an account here just to say that this is a slimy, disgusting post with a reprehensible title.”
Who wrote this sketch? It’s brilliant.
In response to @11, I don’t need no stinkin’ numbers.
TBogg is always good; but when he gets the concern trolls, then WE KNOW HE IS GREAT!
Piper, is that you?
So did Bristol’s request for a phone call look something like this?
Concern troll is concerned.
Bristol’s ghostwritten whine-a-thon has 868 responses. I’ll bet that ghostwriter is cashing a big check this week.
Fainting couch is to the left; push button on arm of couch for counseling by former TBogg aficionados.
Oh my, this month’s High Broderism award goes to whoever wrote this brilliant parody…bless his heart. Or hers. Yes, Tbogg has repeatedly written slimy, disgusting posts with reprehensible titles and it’s what he does best. If you want Serious Commentary By Serious People, say David Brooks, go read the New York Times. And about that note of offended hysteria or possibly hysterical offense that I detect, go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut. I’ve heard that works wonders…
I just registered an account in order to tell you to blow it out your ass, punk.
Concern – check.
Troll – check.
What does it mean by “people like you”?
Will you be my Valentine?
Lustfully yours (in a totally gold miner approved fashion),
Robert Alexander Dumas
That’s it? What kind of a concern troll are you anyway, one comment (albeit a pointedly trollish one) and you’re done? Show a little of that old concern troll spirit. Throw a tantrum. Stamp your little feet. Threaten to tell the moderators. Threaten to tell your mom. You can do it, you know you can.
Damn Straight, Dude! And also you know who else had a slimy, disgusting post with a reprehensible title too? That’s right, Hitler, when he sucked violently on Dancing With The Stars as well!
Oh shit! Did I just Godwin this thread?!? Wait, come back, I meant Himmler!
I reprehend that remark. (Most effectively read in an Elmer Fudd voice)
No, no, it was Heimlich! Now I remember – dude had two left feet, and every time he grabbed his partner for a twirl or some shit, she spit out a piece of hotdog! Totally disgusting; I’m surprised they lasted 4 episodes.
[Scene in a Wasilla basement, almost 4 years ago.]
“But Mom…” whined Bristol, “I don’t know how to write a web log.”
“Blog, dear. And we’ll just get you some help, is all,” encouraged Mom sweetly. Too sweetly. But Bristol missed the tell, even after nearly 18 years.
“But I don’t want help. I don’t want to write. I don’t like to write. I can barely read!”
“Stop being negative,” sternly.
“I’m not being negative. I just can’t!” Bristol caught her mother’s expression this time, but too late. She had crossed the line. She wondered again why she never noticed it until it had been crossed. And again, as usual, what came next brought on a full cry.
“Listen to you! ‘I… I… I…’ it’s all about you. It always has been, you greedy little bitch. Since the moment I gave birth to you! Feed me, clothe me, buy me toys, I need a prom dress, buy me an abortion, hire me a lawyer. Me, me, me…”
Bristol knew not to interrupt her mother when she was on a rant. Especially when her mother started talking between clenched teeth, “Look you little leech, you’re going to do something for ME this time. You’re going to shut the fuck up and let me handle it, and if anybody asks, you wrote it. Not Nancy. Not Lynn. You. And if Nancy asks you for anything…”
Bristol braced herself. The rhythm and the tone of her mother’s words told her an explosion was imminent. But that didn’t make it any less frightening, because sometimes it was more than just words.
“… YOU FUCKING DO IT!”
“Yes, mom,” she managed, stifling sobs. But it became clear that the worst was over. This was a minor one. And once again, she’d do exactly what her mother wanted and tell everyone else it was her own idea.
Well actually, according to Fluke herself, Obama called to thank her for taking the time to speak to members of Congress on an important issue. He told her she was doing good, and to keep on doing it, and your parents should be very proud. He did ask if she was okay, and she answered yes.
I mean, if Obama took the time to call everybody Limbaugh slandered, just because Limbaugh slandered them, he’d never get off the phone, would he?
So Bristol, honey, don’t hold your breath, unless you have plans to actually do something more substantial than what you’re doing now, which looks a lot like simply milking your fifteen minutes of fame– based solely upon name-recognition, rather than actual accomplishment– for whatever you can wring out of them. You’re not owed respect for being on TV, so you’ll just have to content yourself with the cash. Hope it spends well, but don’t forget to sock some away for the inevitable rainy remainder of your life.
(a conversation)
“Just who is this young woman?”
“She’s the daughter of the worst vice presidential candidate who ever ran in America…”
“Pfff. Means nothing. Any talents?”
“Uhhhhhh, she’s remarkably fecund.”
“Nothing else?”
“No.”
“Can she trade on her mother’s notoriety?”
“I’ll say she can!”
“Sign her up.”
did somebody use the word ‘pussy’ in a post again?
“Harold Ford. He’s just not
rightWhite.” Forgot about how that ad ended. Oh, and by the way, racist dog whistles aside, I’m glad you lost, HArold, you centrist wanker.Dear Bristol, you yourself chose to cash in on your sluttiness. Sure you traveled the country getting tens of thousands a shot telling others to do as you say not as you do, but the reason you got to do that was because you were a typical teenager with hormones and not enough sense or education to get yourself to planned parenthood. That, and the idiots booking you don’t realize you are bigger advertisement for teenage pregnancy rather then against it. This and your time shaking your tatas on Dancing with The Stars bought you a house, a condo and allowed you to shop a reality show that was apparently so bad you aren’t the new Kim Kardashian.
Meanwhile Sandra Fluke attempted to educate ignorant politicians on alternate medical conditions where birth control is prescribed and how it was unfair that health insurance she herself purchased didn’t cover this because of the religious fefees of people not paying for it, only to be lied about and defamed by a man who doesn’t understand how insurance or birth control works. The fact that you do not see the difference makes it clear that your GED is not worth the paper it is written on.
I do have to say that it is possible that you will be able to dethrone your mom from her Victim queen status, though.
Forget Bill Maher. When is Obama going to give Bristol a call to console her for having to deal with a somewhat popular demonic conservative ridicule machine?
Funny…seems Bristol makes a direct connection bewteen the slut (Ms Fluke) and herself. Hmmm… paging Dr Freud…
In life according to Bristol: “You’re only a slut if you PLAN to have sex–by using birth control–OR if you get paid for it. If it happens in a pick-up after too many wine coolers, it’s an ‘accident.’ And all those free baby clothes from the Wal-Mart people were GIFTS!!!”
Well, since you asked, it meets our low, low standards for viciousness, but it falls short in the “graphically unforgiving” department. Her a$$ just doesn’t look fat enough for stereotypical lazy white trash.