Twitter Getting Its Hunter Biden On
by Smitty The magic laptop with the salacious emails sure got my BabylonBee muse going. Then there was a bunch of time where I could not retweet or post. @Jack’s crack stack’s back in black. pic.twitter.com/edRj2p19vY — EVH Got Over Macho Grande #RIP (@smitty_one_each) October 15, 2020 pic.twitter.com/xTzNAaKwub — EVH Got Over Macho Grande #RIP […]
Trump As Everyman
by Smitty Tuesday’s debate left us all dumber than when we started. We watched on PBS, which offered Trump on the left side of a split screen for most of the night. It was a crap cabaret. But it was more interesting to watch Trump’s body language, especially when not bloviating. He appeared relaxed, but […]
Outstanding New Chris Cassone Video: “Heads Will Roll”
by Smitty Long-time friend of this blog Chris Cassone has a new cut out fighting back against the cancel culture, as all good Americans must do:
Old And Busted: Auto-da-fé
New Hotness: Tina da Fey
by Smitty An auto-da-fé (from Portuguese auto da fé, meaning ‘act of faith’) was the ritual of public penance carried out between the 15th and 19th centuries of condemned heretics and apostates imposed by the Spanish, Portuguese, or Mexican Inquisition as punishment and enforced by civil authorities. Its most extreme form was death by burning. […]
Silence Is Violence
by Smitty with apologies to Simon and Garfunkle Hello silence, my old friend. I cannot talk with you. Again. Because the fascist, snotty, creeping Leftists jerks, while I was sleeping, Sowed division, and my Twitter account restrained. (Crap for brains.) The silence is violence. In random tweets I joked alone, Censors like a kidney stone. […]
Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge
by Smitty There he is again. “You tell that Zergotazz to lay by his volcanic rift. Sending the Silent Posse won’t break this crypto faster.” No motion. “That’s enough data, they said. Plenty of resources, they said. Sorry. It’s not. You’re wasting bandwidth.” The hologram glitched a moment, blurring the henchman’s knees. Suddenly, a while […]
Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge
by Smitty He ran through the forest toward the bingo point. Got to get back to the Moon. No time to worry about why the mission failed. Shot through the arm. No time for pain. Run. The full moon provided enough light as the clearning emerged. Glancing leg shot. Dogs barking as they scented his […]
Flynn Won Twitter
by Smitty Oh, say, can u seeIn the General's back yardFor what those who are freeAre striving so hard?Tho' liberty's foesPeddle Socialist noiseAnd a Commie wind blowsAt our girls &our boys.Oh bring it, u sad littleAnguish of Karen shrews:No fascist lickspittleCan America bruise. https://t.co/E258tikzB0 — I came; I saw; I got over Macho Grande (@smitty_one_each) […]
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