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As I’m sure you know by now, Denizens, the Outer Northern Rim of the Realm™ (aka Oklahoma City) was blasted yesterday, and we here are praying for the missing and the survivors & their families.

At least, those of us with a bare minimum of some semblance of humanity are.  Others…well, not so much.

The mile-wide tornado that destroyed Moore, Okla., and leveled at least two elementary schools was still weaving a path of devastation when Daily Show co-creator Lizz Winstead thought up a funny. Too soon?

With all respect due, Twitchy owner Malicious Malkin…never  would be too fucking soon.  And I guess you and the rest of the Twitched-ass douchbags over there think it’s okay, now that this waste of oxygen has “apologized”.

Made a political joke, Twas before devastation revealed. In hindsight, had I understood, I would have refrained. Beyond sorry. #LetMeHaveIt

Believe me, bitch, you wouldn’t like it very much if I “let [you] have it”.

Trust me on that.

Asswipe. 

(Hat tip (naturally) to Hoft.)

Well, whadda we have here?  Why, it’s yet another chickenshit!!!

Hudson city Alderman, Dave Marston, has found himself in a bit of hot water after an e-mail exchange that saw him refer to Second Amendment supporters as “gun-toting Tea Party psychotards”, implying that all gun supporters are “unemployed”, threatened to “beat you barbarians back”, and tosses in a Nazi reference for good measure.

Apparently Mr. Marston didn’t get his party’s memo concerning the “new tone” in politics.

He apparently didn’t get the memo about trying to display what he clearly does not have:  Balls.

Here’s a pic of the pusstard, just for your edification:

Looks rather Michael Crook-like, doesn’t he?

Davey Pants, anytime you wanna come to Texas and try that, feel free.  Grow a pair & come see us.

And bring your copy of Bambicare, nancy-boy.

Item:  Actor Angus T. Jones, the “half” in See-BS’ Two And A Half Men, finally woke up the other day, smelled the coffee and blasted his own show, calling it “filth”

“Jake from ‘Two and a Half Men’ means nothing. He is a nonexistent character … ,” Jones said, starting about halfway through the video above. “If you watch ‘Two and a Half Men,’ please stop watching ‘Two and a Half Men.’ I’m on ‘Two and a Half Men,’ and I don’t want to be on it.

“Please stop watching it; stop filling your head with filth. Please. People say it’s just entertainment. … Do some research on the effects of television and your brain, and I promise you you’ll have a decision to make when it comes to television, and especially with what you watch.”

Good on ‘im…right?

Well, hold the phone.

Item:  Yesterday, Angus went back to sleep.

In a statement issued late Tuesday, Jones said he had the highest regard for all of the people he has worked with on the comedy, including creator Chuck Lorre and Warner Bros. studio chief Peter Roth.

“I apologize if my remarks reflect me showing indifference to and disrespect of my colleagues and a lack of appreciation of the extraordinary opportunity of which I have been blessed,” said Jones, who reportedly makes $350,000 an episode. “I never intended that.”

Fucking.  Assed.  Coward.

This is one of my pet peeves, Denizens, as you yourselves well know.  If you’re going to say something, if you’re going to take a stand, be ready to catch the slings & arrows that are most certainly going to come your way.  Don’t worry about losing your Hollyweird gig, don’t worry about being blacklisted by a bunch of perverted pissweasels, and for the sake of Cthulhu’s left nut, don’t worry that they might not like you anymore.

And for God’s sake, DON’T FUCKING BACK DOWN FROM WHAT YOU SAY  if you’re going to say it!  Otherwise, STFU if you don’t have the spine for it!

Damn, people like Angus Jones piss me off!

Damn, who knew that Widdle Billie Maher was such a nadless, dickless, cowardly little POS chickenshit pussy?

Oh.  Wait.  That’s right.

Everybody knows that.

UPDATE:  And Bambi’s response to Clint’s speech last night?

Not for long, it ain’t.

Denizens, don’t let anyone fool you:  The Second Civil War has been on for quite some time, albeit in a cold sort of way.

Looks like that’s about to change, however.  A security guard for the Family Research Council is the latest vicitim.

The armed man who walked into the Washington headquarters of the Family Research Council and reportedly shot a security guard Wednesday morning has been identified as Floyd Corkins, 28, of Virginia, NBC News reports.

Corkins was taken into custody by the FBI following the shooting and was being interviewed.

Sources told Fox News that after guard took away his gun, the suspect said, “Don’t shoot me, it was not about you, it was what this place stands for.”

Perkins was an outspoken defender of Chick-fil-A President Dan Cathy’s public stand against same-sex marriage, which made the fast-food chain a flashpoint in the nation’s culture wars. The Cathy family foundation has funded the Family Research Council.

There you have it.  The little chickenshit thought he was going to go into FRC and shoot up the place.  Thanks be to God for the security guard who upset the princess’ little applecart.

As for you, libtard pussies, you’ve sown the wind – you’re one step closer to reaping the whirlwind.

You bastards think you’re such hot shits?  We still outnumber you, and  we outgun you.

And you’re coming dangerously close to the day when we say “fuck it, and you”.

ThatIsAll™.

(Hat tip:  Hoft, as usual.)

And at the other extreme (i.e. the heterophobic pro-sodomite militant leftards) comes this video.

I’m putting it below the fold to give you time to put down all throwables/breakables/shootables, etc.  I guaran-damn-tee you that you’ll have your own personal RCOB™ going within fifteen seconds, and by the end will be wanting to print out a picture of this bastard to take to the range with you.

So here we go.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you:

Item:  A 24-year-old bastard opens fire at a Batman movie midnight screening.

Item:  Chickenshit cunt Bill Maher…gloats.

Rt wingers luv to tout American Exceptionalism – today is a reminder that so many of the things that make us exceptional these days are bad

The limp-wristed pussy should probably be glad he’s nowhere near me.

For his sake.

Seven years.

No Mykki Chickenshit.

No Von Vockerman.

No sixty-six small (that’s $66.00 for you in the Church of the Sub-Tarded™).

They must all be taking the scenic route. 

Denizens, today is supposed to be the Bloggers’ Day of Silence in protest for what’s being done to fellow blogger Aaron Walker by He Whom Will Always  Be Known As The “Speedway Bomber”™, aka limp-wristed chickenshit short-bussed pusstard Brett Kimberlin, the Boil To End All Boils On The Collective Ass Of Society™.

I haven’t blogged, of course, not because of that cowardly faggot Kimberlin – but because I’m up to my ass in work.

C’est la vie.

Nevertheless, I support the effort – and Aaron, soon as I can find some loose change, guy, it’ll be on its way to you.

Denizens, your homework assignment for the weekend is to read this treatise by Zilla of the Resistance.  (It’s a long read, which is why you have all weekend.)  Additional information can also be obtained here and here.

(Yes, that last one is a link to Malicious Malkin’s column, but there’s a reason for it.  Don’t get ahead of me, mkay?)

Today is “Everybody Blog About Brett Kimberlin Day” in the Blogosphere.  This chickenshit needs to be put down like the rabid dog he is, and together we can all play a part in doing so.

Oh, and Kimberlin?  Fuck you, you pussified douchetard.  Try coming after me or mine, and I’ll see to it you don’t go after anyone else.

Bank on that, chickenshit.

Denizens, as you know, I’ve remained decidedly mega-underwhelmed with the campaign of one Willard Mittens Romerrhoid for the office of President of the United States.  And it’s not a state secret that I’ve declared my intent to bypass the presidential election in November.

That may be about to change.  And this is why.

Businessman Frank Vandersloot, the CEO of Melaleuca, has been targeted by the Obama campaign after donating money to Mitt Romney’s presidential campaign. “Three weeks ago, an Obama campaign website, ‘Keeping GOP Honest,’ took the extraordinary step of publicly naming and assailing eight private citizens backing Mr. Romney,” Kim Strassel of the Wall Street Journal reported. “Titled ‘Behind the curtain: a brief history of Romney’s donors,’ the post accused the eight of being ‘wealthy individuals with less-than-reputable records.’ Mr. VanderSloot was one of the eight, smeared particularly as being ‘litigious, combative and a bitter foe of the gay rights movement.’”

The attacks are working. Vandersloot revealed in an interview on Fox News that his business practice is being hurt by the attacks from the Obama team.

“Those people that I know well weren’t affected by this [attack],” said Vandersloot. “But for people who didn’t know me, who are members of our business or customers, and they were reading this, then we got a barrage of phone calls of people cancelling their customer memberships with us.”

“Really?,” the Fox News host asked. “How many did that?”

“A couple hundred that we can track,” Vandersloot replied.

Vandersloot has also claimed (believably so) that these same chickenshits are stalking his children, calling them, demanding interviews with them, etc.

So what we have here is basically this:  you donate or show any other types of material support to the Romney campaign, you get a target painted on your back and you get put on the intimidation list.  Smears, rumors, harassment.  All because you committed the CAPITAL FUCKING CRIME  of daring to oppose Al-Obambi.

The message is clear:  “Nice life you got there.  Shame if anything were to happen to it…”

Might be time to make a donation, eh what…?

Damn, and to think this almost slipped past us, Denizens.

WHAT’S IT ABOUT?

WWF’s Earth Hour is a simple idea that’s quickly turned into a global phenomenon. Hundreds of millions of people turning off their lights for one hour, on the same night, all across the planet. It’s about appreciating the brilliant world we all share – and how we need to protect it. Not just for an hour a year, but every day.

Okay, guyz, here we go.

At 20:30 hours, your time, turn on every single fucking electrical device in your domicile.  Crank the A/C (or heat, depending on where you might be) to maximum – or at least to a temperature that guarantees it’ll run for an hour straight – and overload the fuckin’ grid if you can.

And if any Gaia-humping tree-huggers so much as emit a peep… 

UPDATE:  And in that vein, we have this Cupid Stunt™ who thinks that we have a disease that needs to be “recognized and treated” (hat tip:  Andrea Ryan, guest-blogging at Hoft’s)…

“We find a profound misfit between dire scientific predictions of ongoing and future climate changes and scientific assessments of needed emissions reductions on the one hand, and weak political, social or policy response on the other,” Norgaard said. Serious discussions about solutions, she added, are mired in cultural inertia “that exists across spheres of the individual, social interaction, culture and institutions.”

“Climate change poses a massive threat to our present social, economic and political order. From a sociological perspective, resistance to change is to be expected,” she said. “People are individually and collectively habituated to the ways we act and think. This habituation must be recognized and simultaneously addressed at the individual, cultural and societal level — how we think the world works and how we think it should work.”

This is along the lines of the bullshit spewed by Richard “Big Dickhead” Glover, the cowardly little douchenozzle who wants us “climate-change deniers” to have our heresy “forcibly tattooed on [our] bodies” (you’ll remember what I had to say about it at the time).

Ever notice that they never want to come and actually try  any of that forcible-tattooing, or “treatment”, as it were?  They talk a good game until it’s time to actually do something.

They they tend to shut up & shrink back a bit when they realize that it just might be a weeeeeeeeeee  bit harder to do than they thought.

But anytime, Herr Glover & Norgaard.  Grow a set & come try it.

I’ll even make you a deal:  The cattle prods we shove up your skanky asses?

Only set to half-intensity. 

(Hat tip (unfortunately) to Malicious Malkin – her’s is the only place I’ve seen this.)

Let’s call it “Operation Get-In-Their-Faces – Part II“.

As the A.F.L.-C.I.O. prepares to endorse President Obama on Tuesday, labor leaders say they will mount their biggest campaign effort, with far more union members than ever before — at least 400,000, they say — knocking on voters’ doors to counter the well-endowed “super PACs” backing Republicans.

[...]

Unions first used their expanded ability in a big way in Ohio last November to educate and mobilize both union and nonunion voters in a battle to repeal a law that curbed bargaining rights for Ohio’s teachers, firefighters and other public employees. Spurred by 17,000 union volunteers, labor won in a blowout, with Ohioans voting 62 percent to 38 percent to repeal a law that the Republican-dominated Legislature had enacted seven months earlier.

Uh-huh.  And I still  haven’t figured out why John Kasich didn’t just turn around, say “Oh yeah, union asshats?  Watch this“, and file for bankruptcy, like he should  have.

Elections have consequences, y’know.  Or at least, they ought  to.

Anyway, Bull(shit) Trumka, feel free to bring a few of your goons campaigners goons down here just a couple blocks north of Cowboys Stadium.  And just try  to get in my  face.

I and my friends – Mr. Mossburg, Mr. Springfield, Mr. Glock & Mr. Walther – will be only so happy to greet you.

Pusstards.

Item:  After the Gabrielle Giffords shooting – in which Jared Loughner was shown to have more in common with the Left than the Right – Demoscummic libtards called for “civility”.

Item:  For yesterday’s Cheesy Chavez Labor Day snivel speech, Teamsters president head pussy Jimmy Hoffa had this to say:

“We got to keep an eye on the battle that we face: The war on workers. And you see it everywhere, it is the Tea Party. And you know, there is only one way to beat and win that war. The one thing about working people is we like a good fight. And you know what? They’ve got a war, they got a war with us and there’s only going to be one winner. It’s going to be the workers of Michigan, and America. We’re going to win that war,” Jimmy Hoffa said to a heavily union crowd.

“President Obama, this is your army. We are ready to march. Let’s take these son of bitches out and give America back to an America where we belong,” Hoffa added.

‘Zat so, Jim-boy?

Misha had the best take on it yesterday, but I have this to add:

Any of you union-thug-wannabe chickenshits feelin’ froggy, let’s go.  Rarely do I go anywhere nowadays without fairly close access to at least some  form of protective machinery (and yeah, you cowardly assholes, damn straight that means what you think it means).

Bring it, douchebags.  We’ll make you famous.  I and a few million others who’ve just about had enough of your bullshit, that is.

(Hat tip Ed Driscoll.)

Richard Glover is a pussified, Global-Wormening-Truther Nazi-wannabe type writing for the Sydney Moaning Hollered  in Australia (yes, Little Dickhead – should pigs ever fly and you actually read this site, that spelling was deliberate.  Sad I have to explain it, but you can never take chances with little one-brain-celled short-bus riders like you).

And I would just love  to see him try this.