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Supposedly, National Review&#160 is the conservative’s magazine of record.

I’ve read it – even had a subcription to Buckley’s rag at one time – and I can’t say I’m terribly impressed.&#160 True, it does possess a certain right-of-center lean to it – but it’s more of a “country-club” style of conservatism. (Such individuals were commonly known as “Rockefeller Republicans” in extreme dishonor of ol’ John D.)

We’ve been lamenting here lately about how the ever-increasing problem concerning our beloved&#160 government (*cough*) has come to a tipping point, thanks to the way that the RRs in power have completely bungled critical issues like illegal immigration, and the RRs over at National Review Online are stomping on the panic button at the prospect that conservatives might just stay home in droves come November.

One such Shrubya Kool-Aid drinker is a guy by the name of Jim Geraghty.&#160 Jim-bo – like his fellow RRs, fearful that their favorite toy (the Republican majority) is about to be taken away from them – start in with the whining:

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Denizens, if you’ll take a look over on the sidebar, you’ll notice a new link.

PoliPundit joins the Realm&#153’s link list – and it’s because of this post.

Or more specifically, the whiny little assclowns who are carping and moaning about it.

All you sniveling little pussies who are taking exception to the way Poli runs his blog, listen up:&#160 IT’S HIS DAMNED BLOG.&#160 GOT IT?????&#160 You can piss & moan at the way he runs it, and threaten to leave like the tantrum-throwing pricks you are, but if you don’t like it, START YOUR FUCKING OWN.&#160 Cap&#237sce?

Thatisall&#153

No…wait.&#160 That’s not all.

You pissy little Romper-Room Rugrats&#153 appear to be, not terribly coincidentally, the same bleating sheep who are wringing your limp-wristed little hands over the prospect of us conservatives leaving the GOP plantation.&#160 Almost as if you had come to regard Republican control of Congress as some sort of birthright, while you sit in your country clubs and sip your fucking cognac.

Let’s get one thing straight, mkay?&#160 The 535 sons-and-daughters-of-bitches up there on Capitol Hill are our servants.&#160 Got that?&#160 Our servants.

Meaning, in case you’d forgotten your high-school civics courses, that if they don’t do our&#160 bidding – IOW, the bidding of the constituents who SENT THEM THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE – then they get replaced.&#160 If you pissweasels wanna wail in angst at anyone,&#160 wail at them.&#160 They have brought this all on themselves, and on their party.

Don’t come crying to us,&#160 assholes.&#160 We ain’t buyin’.

Now&#160 thatisall&#153.

Denizens, your assignment for today is to read this.

And this.

What they said.