CRUZ a fiction
Contrary to Republican conventional wisdom, wearing the ugliest flannel shirts manufactured on the planet does not make you American.
Tag: Driftglass
Sunday Huff Poop
Not possessing the steely intestinal constitution of the heroic Driftglass, I simply cannot breakfast on the barf of Sunday morning hurl coming outa the teevee talking head mouse circus, as only he can. So I seldom miss reading what he draws from that frothy culture muck-pit. It’s just one more great reason why he’s in a class by himself, and …
Remembering When. . .
“And so it was the days when the Wingnut Boot was heavy on the throat of the Nation, Reality went unto Dumbses, asking that the mortal remains of Terri Schiavo be respectfully committed unto the ground.”
