by Smitty
What is the point of ‘Women Turning Away’, and then putting up Robert Plant and Bruce Dickinson below #OccupyResoluteDesk? I guess that’s why he is Teh Drudge, and I’m just a lowly sidekick.
Not Understanding Drudge Juxtapositions
Category: humor
@SCrowder Channels His Inner Bowie
by Smitty
Delightfully funny:
Join me in pressuring Steven Crowder, as Ozzy-bama and Chris Loesch as Randy Rhodes, into doing a campaign-meltdown version of “Crazy Train” in time for the election.
Poodle-heads forever!
NMA Animators Rock The VP Debate
by Smitty
This is laugh out loud funny:
The real loser here is SNL, who simply cannot top this. Add being funny to the list of jobs that Progress has outsourced to China.
via The Blaze
Citizens Must Help Fight Crime!
Ignored by the mainstream media, a horrible crime wave is terrorizing America, as vandals are defacing the automobiles of innocent motorists. Fortunately, citizen-journalist Richard Vail has helped expose this shocking nationwide vandalism spree, and has captured photographic proof of how Americans are warning their fellow citizens about these criminals.
God bless you, Good Samaritans!
Ash!
by Smitty
It’s slightly mundane, the triumph of a Presidential candidate with enough motivation for the job to take on a little rain:
Mitt Romney looks great in the rain twitter.com/NicoHines/stat…
— Nico Hines (@NicoHines) October 8, 2012
Indeed, it’s a far cry from the ol’ boom-stick days: UPDATE: [well, so much for letting me advertise Army of Darkness for free for them. . .]
The New Yorker Cover Lays Down A Stone Cold #Eastwooding
by Smitty
Via Drudge, here’s one for the books:
Debating from an angry chair
Angry pout that steals the air
Ego hurts and I don’t careWhat do I see across the way, hey
See my job molded in clay, oh
Stares at me, yeah I’m afraid, hey
Changing the shape of his face, ah yeahCommies red I have a pair
Numbers dancing everywhere
Polling on the angry chairLittle boy made a mistake, hey
Racist reference to young Craig, oh
All that he wants is to play, hey
Get on your knees, time to pray, oh[Chorus]
I don’t mind, yeah
I don’t mind, I-I-I
I don’t mind, yeah
I don’t mind, I-I-I
Lost my mind, yeah
I don’t mind, I-I-I
Can’t find it anywhere
I don’t mind, I-I-IDodd-Frank prison, we stay, hey
I’m a dull boy, work all day, oh
Racist reference to young Tagg, hey
Loneliness is not a phase
Field of pain is where I grazeShoulda prepared debate side
Saw my reflection, no pride, hey
So little hope that polls died, oh
But Matthews lies, mouth so wide, hey
Weight of ideology, not the size, oh[chorus]
Pink cloud has now turned to ralph
All that I want is to golf
Get on your knees cry to Wolf, boy
Update: more at Evil Blogger Lady
Sweet, Sweet Gratuitous Cartoon Violence
by Smitty
Your completely unnecessary nearly-guilty-but-just-at-the-last-second-OH-YEAH pleasure, via the Tatler:
Next week the question will be whether Paul Ryan can show the masterful restraint Romney did, when confronted with Uncle Choo-Choo. Hopefully they’re coaching Ryan to throw back his head and laugh, rather than come across the stage and deliver the flogging that Biden may secretly crave.
And then the 16 October event:
In the Oct. 16 town hall at Hofstra University in Hempstead, N.Y., “citizens will ask questions of the candidates on foreign and domestic issues,” the Commission on Presidential Debates announced today. “Candidates each will have two minutes to respond and an additional minute for the moderator to facilitate a discussion.”
Candy Crowley has the moderation chores. Will she do a credible job of appearing dry while parked in the tank for Obama?
Troglopundit expects some sort of ‘comeback kid’ narrative. But wouldn’t you need more than just a sack of crap to build that narrative? I just don’t see any way that Obama delivers credibility to support whatever line of hooey Crowley and crew can spin.
Via Daily Pundit, beware: the unfair chair is in the air:
HotAir brings some delicious self-abuse:
Elbonese Lesbian Vegan Atheist Open Borders/Global Warming/Abortion Activist Wonders If She’s Too Moderate
by Smitty
Leaning on her plug-in hybrid car of indeterminate make, under the tsunami of bumper stickers and hand painted flowers, Doremifasolatido If sipped her venti, triple-shot non-fat, sugar-free, cinnamon dolche latte with whip, and heaved a sigh. “I’ve got to keep finding new things to protest, or risk sliding into complacency. Moderation is for conservative losers.”
She tapped her iPod to life, screen light reflecting off of a face with more metal in it than shrapnel in that of a soldier in close proximity to an IUD burst. “Here’s this rumor that Mitt Romney was actually fathered by a Vulcan. Can we protest that, or would xenophobia contradict the call for open borders? It’s easy to be against everything when you’re small, but when you’re a big-time activist, you can find you’re protesting yourself.”
Things had been hard for If since splitting with Edina “Butch” MacTungsten. “We got in a tremendous fight over Rachel Maddow, and whether characterizing an obvious joke as a gaffe was a new form of stupid”, she said, running a tattooed hand across her shaved scalp, straightening her mohawk. “Oh, well. I’ve got to get on the road to my next paid protest. I’ll be glad for this election to get over, so that I can get back to serious work, like protesting Dick Cheney’s Pacific Ocean Trash Vortex.”
Update: linked by Hogewash.
Update II: linked at Daily Pundit.
Update III: more linky-love at The Camp of the Saints and Soylent Green.