Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Handjobs For Everyone! Update




You know what never gets old?

Aging True Conservatives -- who spent the last quarter of a century mocking and deriding the filthy Liberals who were begging them to stop playing with matches -- high-fiving each other for finally "looking with alarm" at a disaster they worked so very hard to create.

You know what else never gets old?

Conservative charlatans throwing around words like "respected" and "journalist" when they obviously haven't got the faintest idea what either of those words mean.



Which is why at this point the only meaningful response to these meat puppets jabbering nonsense is...
Meanwhile, in case you missed it, Mr. David Brooks has spun another fabulous tale of those Awesome True Conservatives Of Tomorrow who will definitely be arriving to rescue us from those horrid not-at-all-Conservative reactionaries any day now.


6 comments:

Bob Risse said...

Much as I love this shit i WOULD BE REMISS TO MENTION ONE THING. stein 16.

Davis Statton said...

Didn't he once live outside the reality-based community, creating his own reality?

JHB said...

The Disownership Society leases new clubhouse because the old one got too small. They finally started bumping their heads on the ceiling from walking on decades and decades of garbage, and got smoked by the beady-eyed thing that popped up and said "What a terrific, classy place this is!"

RUKidding said...

The GIF says it all. Nothing more to add. Handjobs for everyone.

stratocruiser said...

When I saw Hillary between two ferns, I was captivated by her smile. It was not the bug public one, but the small, quiet personal smile.

Robt said...

Actually David Brooks has his own Donald Trump version of Martin Luther King's, "I have a dream".

For Brooks it is, "I have a nightmare".

nightmare defined,
No matter how his ideology fails him. Within his own practice or reliance of other ideological psychopaths.
He is in a septic tank that is filling up with defecation. The only way out is to remove his republican belt buckle that will not allow his waist to fit through the opening. To escape his misery.

He has worn that buckle most of his life. It has moved him into circles that provide more than adequate life style for him. He has fond memories of false pride that fades it's sheen. It is his his secret manhood identifier that is recognized by his fellow tribal alumni.
He can't get out because he won't let go. so he inanely muses himself as he realizes the shit is piling up with every flush. He feels the tightness of breath due to low oxygen levels taken over by methane. So he sits and admires his belt buckle as it makes him feel part of something important. Something elite and illustrious.
As the shit piles up.

The man is addicted to republicanism. Even when that republicanism is a living hell nightmare.