GIVE BECK FOR THE HOLIDAZE

Glenn can’t stress enough (ha ha) that the process of destroying America begins at home; that’s why it’s time to SHOP.

AUGUST WINGNUT AT THE BIG CHICKEN

Wingnuts are voracious eaters; they loves them some fried stuff. I’m a voracious reader; so when I happened upon a shiny new copy of WINGNUT magazine in the restroom of The Big Chicken in Marietta, Georgia, I did the Right thing: I totally appropriated it.

The Last Refuge Of A DICK

Sorry kids, no time for blogging today, my socialist postal comrade just delivered the July DICK, which I usually use as a harsh laxative. Although there’s always a Dick on the cover, the mag is not totally dedicated to the current Dick ‘o the walk, Dick Cheney; they cover every swingin’ dick that’s made it into the Dickipedia, as well as most of the worthy contenders. But if dicks keep popping out of the woody-work, they may have to go to a weekly publishing schedule.

RETHUGBOT ARRIVES

The July RETHUGBOT came today;  who’s gonna clean up this mess? Sorry boys and girls, no time for blogging today,  I got sucked into (ha ha ha) reading a free trial copy of RETHUGBOT, the latest liberal rag keeping track of the psycho-ego-maniacal wags ‘o the right.  Like that’s really possible.  I heard it’s being written by a bunch of …

They’re Here To Fux You Up

Maybe Rush Limpbot will buy an island somewhere,
and you can all immigrate there, take a loyalty oath,
and form yourselves a little wingnut paradise.

The Teleprompter Terrorist

Can Obama’s Teleprompter drug reporters into an involuntary state of euphoric torpor?

Church and State in America

Anyone who hasn’t noticed the rabid up-tick in the perceived toxic ties between the presidential candidates and their religious affiliations gets a sincere “get well soon,” because you have to be in some kind of coma. The only one who appears to have escaped the holy vetting is Mrs Clinton, which may speak more to the fact she has no …