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Some People Look at the World and Ask "Why?" I Look At It and Say, "G-F-Y"


It was the most painful thing I've ever watched in a political event on this large of a stage (links at bottom). Not only did dimwitted deranged right-winger presidential candidate Rick Perry forget the name of the third federal department that he claims he intends to cut if he becomes president. That was bad enough. Worst yet, however, was him stuttering and stammering around for some 50 plus seconds trying to recall the name (which he never did). Ouch-O-Bama!

The television now apparently destroyed, cops say Jorge would not be deterred, as he simply grabbed a second television in the house and threw that one at the old lady too (allegedly). When the third piece of this clambake trinity tried to intervene, Jorge allegedly started giving the second woman a good beatdown as well!

This blog invented the term "leftist 20 percenter" long before the "occupy wall street" effort was even a brain fart for some spoiled trust fund leftist sitting in daddy's mansion in Georgetown. The phrase was not a response to the ludicrous "occupy" claim that such "movement" represents 99% of the country. Instead, I coined that term a full year or two before the first stinky "occupy" leftist ever took his first shit on a cop car in Zuccotti Park.


...All this in reaction to startling news this week AD that "U.S. young-old wealth gap worse than ever: Typical U.S. household with head over age 64 has net worth 47 times greater than household headed by someone under 35."

You tell me if things have really gotten that bad for Kate Gosselin: Yes, her long-running reality show was cancelled in August and she's since been forced to take up employment as a "coupon blogger" on a website called CouponCabin.com. But she still apparently has paparazzi chasing her and her 8 all over the place, meaning she's still far from being out of sight or mind. Latest example:
Some broad at the child safety group KidsAndCars.org is none too happy, referring to the minivan as a "lethal weapon" under which "having children crawling around is not prudent."
Regardless, as long as she still has people snapping pictures of her family's every move, I think tales of Kate's demise are greatly exaggerated. And she hasn't even had to resort to appearing in any fetish videos or celebrity boxing matches like Octomom to keep her name and face out there. Shrewd.

I repeat: If I'd have known it would be this fun to watch, I might have been right out there with 'em! And so it is, another day and another deranged leftist 20 percenter freak going apeshit for no good reason down at the ol' "occupy wall street" protest. I can see why the individual we have as president has been so quick and proud to embrace these protests as his own in this autumn of 2011 AD.
Only problem? No jack in the Bughousebeh's leftist coffers. But a pesky little thing like having no money to pay for goods or services rendered will never stop a good violent leftist worth his salt. So Bughousebeh allegedly demanded that the joint serve him up his Big Mac and fries for free -- or else.
If I'd known there would be this kind of high entertainment at the "occupy wall street" protests, I might have gone out and joined the leftist 20 percenters! At the Big Apple version of the protests in Zuccotti Park in Manhattan, a "deranged homeless man" reportedly went on a "violent, early-morning rampage" late this week, "cursing incoherently and kicking down tents" (link to full story at bottom).
Only problem? This homeless oddball's challenge was very quickly answered by an even more depraved monster at the protest. Inside one of the mauled tents was a sleeping protester named Recai "Rocky" Iskender (also known as The Turk), who was apparently none too happy about the maniacal tramp's antics.
This is not by design. It really isn't Shithouse Week in the TIR. Instead, it just so happens that the best stories the past few days have both had, coincidentally, a shithouse right in the middle of them. Go figure...
Regardless, Yeater says that Bieber knocked her up on a "shelf" inside a shithouse at LA's Staples Center on October 25, 2010 AD. "On July 6, 2011 [AD], I gave birth to a baby boy," her story continues. And now she says she won't let Bieber keep her on the shelf any longer. More on that in a minute...
Finally, two additional points on the legal side of things here. First, Bieber's lawyer says that Yeater's story is "malicious, defamatory and demonstrably false." Fair enough, but why must lawyers always stick an adjective in front of words like "false"? Something's either false or it isn't. Trying to spruce it up with words like "demonstrably," "patently," or "unabashedly" really adds nothing to the case.
They're the "multi-millionaire couple behind the Gadget Shop chain," and working with all those stupid little gizmos all the time must really bore the hell out of them or something. Because why else would a couple want to lead a crazy-ass lifestyle that allegedly makes Charlie Sheen and Tiger Woods look like the Pope?
But it ain't all exactly what you'd call Glitz & Glamour. On that Facebook page, you can spot Mary partying down with boisterously bosomy porn star Rebecca Jessop (the big 'un, in more ways than one, shown in the black top and red belt in the picture at the very top above). And then there's the little reality porn film acted out in the shithouse at an Orlando nightclub recently (allegedly):
The act allegedly involved Mary "performing a sex act on an unnamed man while her husband watched." According to the police report: "As we entered the men's restroom, I noticed the stall was locked. Once the stall door opened, the white male was watching defendant [Mary] Gorman performing a sex act on the black male."
Now hubby's next spectator event may be watching his Gadget Queen getting hauled off to the hoosegow, as Mary Gorman now faces charges of battery on a cop and cocaine possession. Which begs the question:



That'll do it, alright: Send around so-called "artwork" showing the individual we currently have as president with a hole in his head, and you're sure to garner the Secret Service all over your ass like stinkbugs on a Mississippi shithouse. And that's precisely what happened this week to a republic partisan group in Loudoun County, Virginia...
The outrage, the outrage, cried Virginia partisans on both sides, quickly prompting the local gop-er group to issue the patented non-apology apology for anyone who might have been offended. Meantime a spokesman for the Secret Service says the Men in Black are "aware of the situation." (Always an ominous pronouncement by a federale licensed to carry firearms on the job)
I don't want to see a "Zombie Obama" on one of my favorite TV shows, "The Walking Dead," going around spouting cliches about how the living need to pay more of their fair share to the zombies. I don't want to see "Zombie Pelosi" (which is actually a fairly accurate likeness of San Fran Nan) stumbling around the next George Romero zombie-fest telling us that we have to pass a zombie reform bill in order to find out what's in it.
Likewise, I don't want to see a "Zombie Palin" in Planet Terror Part II firing off rifle blasts from the end of her hacked off leg while she spouts "you betcha" catchphrases every second line. Nor do I want to see anytime soon a "Zombie W" in Resident Evil land trying to mobilize zombies everywhere to start ill-advised wars in the name of spreading zombie-ocracy throughout the world.
In sum, there are just certain sacred areas into which these two scuzbait parties and the slimes that inhabit them should never tread. If it's zombies today, then what's tomorrow? It just better not be gangster films, or I'm really gonna get pissed off over here.