A True Story of Courage
When someone who went to a place Obama sometimes also goes to makes a sarcastic, mocking joke about Hillary Clinton, he has to quit his church.
When Hillary Clinton herself makes a sarcastic, mocking joke about Obama, she’s just showing her hilarious sense of fun.
Also, I love how crybaby Harold Ickes is being all taking-my-ball-home/ Threatening McImpotenter while appearing to have spent the morning mowing someone’s lawn.
That hormonal birth control isn’t available over-the-counter is beyond insane and infuriating.
I need permission from a third party before I can have sex without having a baby.
That, my friends, is so very many levels of fucked up.
Imported content from Crooks and Liars. This is from the comments of this weird post bawwwwing about Big Fat Tim Russert joining the rest of us back in March and declaring the Democratic primaries over.
Longest thing I’ve written in months (due to VIDYA GAEMS and general ennui), so I thought I’d give it 10 more views by crossposting it here.
Post is “after the jump” as the lame kids say…
She’s not wrong. She clearly has the support of hardworking Americans who are also white Americans.
You can tell that white American is hardworking because he’s rich.
Travis got way more worked up about this than I did, because he is a man, thus doesn’t spend 88% of his day wondering how he might legally acquire a tapeworm. I was all, “Yeah? Fat girls need fat cream. *I* need fat cream! I need to rub cream on my fat!!!”
Then I calmed down and ate a whole thing of Haagen Dazs Reserve (motto: “When Super-Premium Just Isn’t Enough”) Toasted Coconut Seasame Brittle ice cream, which is the very best kind of fat cream.
(Insert here a rant about how even the thinnest woman can have cellulite, how we’re all offended at the massive marketing misogyny, how we should start a revolution and love our bodies, etc etc etc. I really don’t care anymore, because I’m thinking about ice cream now, and how it’s my birthday week, so I can eat all the cupcakes and ice cream I want. And also how I might buy Cooking Mama 2.)
I don’t know what infuriates me more: that Hillary is flat-out campaigning for McCain now, or that the government has been illegally paying military guys to lie on TV about the awesomeness of the war since ‘02.
Here is a direct quote from the manic egomaniac:
“I think you’ll be able to imagine many things Senator McCain will be able to say. He’s never been the president, but he will put forth his lifetime of experience. I will put forth my lifetime of experience. Senator Obama will put forth a speech he made in 2002.”
Seriously. Seriously?
It really doesn’t matter, I think, which is a more vomity thing. If she steals the nomination, Denver will surely burn, and two of your favorite bloggers will be driving down ole Me-he-co way but for good. No me gusta esto, y no sé que hacer más.
and if it makes me the worst personal assistant of sorts, but I absolutely refuse to iron my boss’s husband’s boxer shorts.
I mean, really. Can we think of something more degrading to ask of a domestic employee than to iron our underwear?
Gross.
Here’s a sweet little baby bunny to make us all feel better about our horrible lives.
Soooo, Erica! J!o!n!g!, the stalwart, brave, outspoken feminist she is, thinks old-lady-arm-flab is a “body deformity.”
You know what a body deformity is? When, instead of having just one face, you have two faces, like that awesome baby from India. That’s deformed.
Old-lady-arm-flab is natural and gross.
Plus also read Taibbi’s (Matt, not Mike) response to her accusations of Nazism and KKKism. He’s clearly the winner.
Also from the facts n’ shit department Hillary-bashing front, she and her sexual predator of a husband are profiting from slave-labor, but it’s no big.
This link is to really real news.
The following paragraph alone, from the really real link (the World Socialist Website,) should make two things happen: your skin should crawl, and your ire should get all up over the shitty pandering news reporting we’re used to.
(Long story short, the Clintons have up to $50k invested in a cane-sugar-based biofuel company in Brazil found to be keeping their workers in near-slavery conditions. She claims “We are too stupid to research our investments, and also fifty grand ain’t so much money.”)
“While $50,000 may be small for the Clintons—Hillary Clinton reported income as high as $12 million on her Senate disclosure form last May—it is more than an average American household earns in a year. And it would take the cane cutters whose labor is the base of Brenco’s profits 22 years to earn that much money—a physical impossibility given the exceedingly short life expectancy of those doing this back-breaking work.”
Also Feely McClinton is an “advisor” for the investment firm who had the great idea to make some sweet blood money, to the tune of upwards of 20 million American dollars.
