Dustin does have its moments.
Of course, if you hit 'em back, you must be a dumbass...or live in a place not affected by Christianity, like America.
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Tuesday, February 07, 2017
Boys are weird, girls are icky.
Monday, February 06, 2017
Friday, February 03, 2017
Fyodor begins the laborious 8 year long [unless God cuts us a break] task of naming the latest psychopath to afflict us.
Not that psychology hasn't been kidnapped, raped, and killed by the left-fascists, but some of its terms can come in handy. I present to you...
1) America's Newest Arrested Development President!
I'm not sure exactly what that means, but it is obvious Orange Clump never got past the stage where little boys discover their own genitalia.
Of course, there are those monikers that have become instant classics...
2) The Clod Prince of Orange
...which also takes a whack at the alleged Christians that lick its feet and other appendages.
And that leads us to...
3) The Orange Messiah
If you think the left-fascists were slavish in their devotion to Badcock Insane Okhrana, take a gander at the "evangelical Christian conservatives" who, like ALL heretics, can't tell the gospel from their rectums. [I have been trying to keep my New Year's resolution to be more clinical and less scatological in the midst of my disgust.] It will come as no surprise to all you good little kiddies that they are all, when it come to freedom versus license, Conservatives From the Waist Up.
4) Clumpy The Clown
Self-explanatory.
5) The Orange Menace
Ditto. [Which reminds me...Fornicate you, Rash Dimbulb, you fat, deaf, drug addicted serial adulterer and traitor.]
Here's one you won't read anywhere else, kiddies:
6) America's First Luddite [Look it up.] President.
That's right. For the first time ever we have as Fearful Leader a thingee who actually believes that technological progress must be reversed in order to provide jobs for us plebes. [Of course, it couches this ignorance in terms of fear and loathing of Mexicans and Chinamen, which makes it more appealing to AWUGs.* Why? Because AWUGs love their gadgets. Who doesn't like machines? They're clean and cool. Mexicans and Chinamen are smelly and scary.]
*Angry White Unemployed Guys. And they are more than likely to stay that way.
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
...as has Baby Blues!
Boys are weird...
...and girls are icky.
Like I said, icky.
Yep. Weird is the word.
What exactly does "grown up" mean, anyway?
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Speed Bump [and Dave Coverly] has been on quite a roll lately...
Here's a word of advice from your old Uncle Fyodor, kiddies. You can always find solace in the funny papers.
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Monday, January 30, 2017
ATTACK FROM THE REAL RIGHT: Fyodor whacks the Orange Messiah and his dumbass prod enablers!
During this past election campaign, my sensitive ears were assaulted by my ignorant heretic neighbors proclaiming the arch-pervert Clump as the Chosen One of God. Their bona fides as Christians are today in shambles as they proclaim the glory of their true messiah, Clumpy the Clown.
You kiddies know nobody hates the goat raping mindset of the non-moderate mohammedans more than Your Humble Narrator, but did you notice that Orange Clump's immigration order makes no distinction between murderous terrorists and the poor real Christians of the Holy Land who are the very ones being murdered and terrorized?
Nary a bleat from the fake Christian sheeple is heard. There is a particularly nasty place waiting in Hell for the lot of you. May the One, True God have mercy on your black bloody souls, you idolaters, you worshippers of men and their alleged power!
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Hey, you orange asshat, how about American babies first?
You know, Donna, some of us real American men can still [unlike you] get it up. How about putting our kiddies first?
Oh, yeah, I forgot...you were for eating babies before you were against it.
The Netherlands Is Creating An International Fund To Counter ...
Legendary? Please.
Shut up and choke on your tulips you pansies.
Donald Trump's abortion funding ban will lead to ... - The Independent
Donald Trump's decision to block US funding for abortion services around the world could result in tens of thousands of women dying, with the ...
Doubtful, but at least none of them will be little kids.
Mexico City Policy: What is the abortion funding ban that Donald ...
Donald Trump is reinstating a ban on providing federal money to international groups that perform abortions or provide information on the ...
I wonder how many babies the Orange Menace has put out hits on...all the whores he calls "wife" [and all those prostitutes, too]...it could be hundreds...even more than Marilyn Monroe.
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
I wonder how many babies the Orange Menace has put out hits on...all the whores he calls "wife" [and all those prostitutes, too]...it could be hundreds...even more than Marilyn Monroe.
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Monday, January 16, 2017
Fyodor pledges to boycott every company that knuckles under to the orange fascist bullyboy.
Face it, kiddies. The orange menace is merely buying votes with your tax money. [Sound familiar?]
I'd type "Fuck him", but I have a sneaking suspicion he's into that.
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Thursday, December 29, 2016
Thomas Sowell is a real mensch. We need more like him.
Thank you, Dr. Sowell, for your relentless dedication to truth and freedom. Enjoy your retirement, sir.
From The Jewish World Review:
12/28/16: Farewell
Even the best things come to an end. After enjoying a quarter of a century of writing this column for Creators Syndicate, I have decided to stop. Age 86 is well past the usual retirement age, so the question is not why I am quitting, but why I kept at it so long.
It was very fulfilling to be able to share my thoughts on the events unfolding around us, and to receive feedback from readers across the country — even if it was impossible to answer them all.
Being old-fashioned, I liked to know what the facts were before writing. That required not only a lot of research, it also required keeping up with what was being said in the media.
During a stay in Yosemite National Park last May, taking photos with a couple of my buddies, there were four consecutive days without seeing a newspaper or a television news program — and it felt wonderful. With the political news being so awful this year, it felt especially wonderful.
This made me decide to spend less time following politics and more time on my photography, adding more pictures to my website (www.tsowell.com).
Looking back over the years, as old-timers are apt to do, I see huge changes, both for the better and for the worse.
In material things, there has been almost unbelievable progress. Most Americans did not have refrigerators back in 1930, when I was born. Television was little more than an experiment, and such things as air-conditioning or air travel were only for the very rich.
My own family did not have electricity or hot running water, in my early childhood, which was not unusual for blacks in the South in those days.
It was very fulfilling to be able to share my thoughts on the events unfolding around us, and to receive feedback from readers across the country — even if it was impossible to answer them all.
Being old-fashioned, I liked to know what the facts were before writing. That required not only a lot of research, it also required keeping up with what was being said in the media.
During a stay in Yosemite National Park last May, taking photos with a couple of my buddies, there were four consecutive days without seeing a newspaper or a television news program — and it felt wonderful. With the political news being so awful this year, it felt especially wonderful.
This made me decide to spend less time following politics and more time on my photography, adding more pictures to my website (www.tsowell.com).
Looking back over the years, as old-timers are apt to do, I see huge changes, both for the better and for the worse.
In material things, there has been almost unbelievable progress. Most Americans did not have refrigerators back in 1930, when I was born. Television was little more than an experiment, and such things as air-conditioning or air travel were only for the very rich.
My own family did not have electricity or hot running water, in my early childhood, which was not unusual for blacks in the South in those days.
It is hard to convey to today's generation the fear that the paralyzing disease of polio inspired, until vaccines put an abrupt end to its long reign of terror in the 1950s.
Most people living in officially defined poverty in the 21st century have things like cable television, microwave ovens and air-conditioning. Most Americans did not have such things, as late as the 1980s. People whom the intelligentsia continue to call the "have-nots" today have things that the "haves" did not have, just a generation ago.
In some other ways, however, there have been some serious retrogressions over the years. Politics, and especially citizens' trust in their government, has gone way downhill.
Back in 1962, President John F. Kennedy, a man narrowly elected just two years earlier, came on television to tell the nation that he was taking us to the brink of nuclear war with the Soviet Union, because the Soviets had secretly built bases for nuclear missiles in Cuba, just 90 miles from America.
Most of us did not question what he did. He was President of the United States, and he knew things that the rest of us couldn't know — and that was good enough for us. Fortunately, the Soviets backed down. But could any President today do anything like that and have the American people behind him?
Years of lying Presidents — Democrat Lyndon Johnson and Republican Richard Nixon, especially — destroyed not only their own credibility, but the credibility which the office itself once conferred. The loss of that credibility was a loss to the country, not just to the people holding that office in later years.
With all the advances of blacks over the years, nothing so brought home to me the social degeneration in black ghettoes like a visit to a Harlem high school some years ago.
When I looked out the window at the park across the street, I mentioned that, as a child, I used to walk my dog in that park. Looks of horror came over the students' faces, at the thought of a kid going into the hell hole which that park had become in their time.
When I have mentioned sleeping out on a fire escape in Harlem during hot summer nights, before most people could afford air-conditioning, young people have looked at me like I was a man from Mars. But blacks and whites alike had been sleeping out on fire escapes in New York since the 19th century. They did not have to contend with gunshots flying around during the night.
We cannot return to the past, even if we wanted to, but let us hope that we can learn something from the past to make for a better present and future.
Goodbye and good luck to all.
With all the advances of blacks over the years, nothing so brought home to me the social degeneration in black ghettoes like a visit to a Harlem high school some years ago.
When I looked out the window at the park across the street, I mentioned that, as a child, I used to walk my dog in that park. Looks of horror came over the students' faces, at the thought of a kid going into the hell hole which that park had become in their time.
When I have mentioned sleeping out on a fire escape in Harlem during hot summer nights, before most people could afford air-conditioning, young people have looked at me like I was a man from Mars. But blacks and whites alike had been sleeping out on fire escapes in New York since the 19th century. They did not have to contend with gunshots flying around during the night.
We cannot return to the past, even if we wanted to, but let us hope that we can learn something from the past to make for a better present and future.
Goodbye and good luck to all.
12/27/16: Random Thoughts, Looking Back
Any honest man, looking back on a very long life, must admit — even if only to himself — being a relic of a bygone era. Having lived long enough to have seen both "the greatest generation" that fought World War II and the gratingest generation that we see all around us today, makes being a relic of the past more of a boast than an admission.
"Gratingist" is a perfect neologism.
Not everything in the past was admirable. Poet W.H. Auden called the 1930s "a low dishonest decade." So were the 1960s, which launched many of the trends we are experiencing so painfully today. Some of the fashionable notions of the 1930s reappeared in the 1960s, often using the very same discredited words and producing the same disastrous consequences.
The old are not really smarter than the young, in terms of sheer brainpower. It is just that we have already made the kinds of mistakes that the young are about to make, and we have already suffered the consequences that the young are going to suffer, if they disregard the record of the past.
If you want to understand the fatal dangers facing America today, read "The Gathering Storm" by Winston Churchill. The book is not about America, the Middle East or nuclear missiles. But it shows Europe's attitudes and delusions — aimed at peace in the years before the Second World War — which instead ended up bringing on that most terrible war in all of human history.
Black adults, during the years when I was growing up in Harlem, had far less education than black adults today — but far more common sense. In an age of artificial intelligence, too many of our schools and colleges are producing artificial stupidity, among both blacks and whites.
The first time I traveled across the Atlantic Ocean, as the plane flew into the skies over London I was struck by the thought that, in these skies, a thousand British fighter pilots fought off Hitler's air force and saved both Britain and Western civilization. But how many students today will have any idea of such things, with history being neglected in favor of politically correct rhetoric?
You cannot live a long life without having been forced to change your mind many times about people and things — including in some cases, your whole view of the world. Those who glorify the young today do them a great disservice, when this sends inexperienced young people out into the world cocksure about things on which they have barely scratched the surface.
In my first overseas trip, I was struck by blatantly obvious differences in behavior among different groups, such as the Malays and the Chinese in Malaysia — and wondered why scholars who were far more well-traveled than I was seemed not to have noticed such things, and to have resorted to all sorts of esoteric theories to explain why some groups earned higher incomes than others.
There are words that were once common, but which are seldom heard any more. The phrase "none of your business" is one of these. Today, everything seems to be the government's business or the media's business. And the word "risque" would be almost impossible to explain to young people, in a world where gross vulgarity is widespread and widely accepted.
Back when I taught at UCLA, I was constantly amazed at how little so many students knew. Finally, I could no longer restrain myself from asking a student the question that had long puzzled me: "What were you doing for the last 12 years before you got here?"
You cannot live a long life without having been forced to change your mind many times about people and things — including in some cases, your whole view of the world. Those who glorify the young today do them a great disservice, when this sends inexperienced young people out into the world cocksure about things on which they have barely scratched the surface.
In my first overseas trip, I was struck by blatantly obvious differences in behavior among different groups, such as the Malays and the Chinese in Malaysia — and wondered why scholars who were far more well-traveled than I was seemed not to have noticed such things, and to have resorted to all sorts of esoteric theories to explain why some groups earned higher incomes than others.
There are words that were once common, but which are seldom heard any more. The phrase "none of your business" is one of these. Today, everything seems to be the government's business or the media's business. And the word "risque" would be almost impossible to explain to young people, in a world where gross vulgarity is widespread and widely accepted.
Back when I taught at UCLA, I was constantly amazed at how little so many students knew. Finally, I could no longer restrain myself from asking a student the question that had long puzzled me: "What were you doing for the last 12 years before you got here?"
Reading about the decline and fall of the Roman Empire, and the widespread retrogressions of Western civilization that followed, was an experience that was sobering, if not crushing. Ancient history in general lets us know how long human beings have been the way they are, and dampens giddy zeal for the latest panaceas, despite how politically correct those panaceas may be.
When I was growing up, we were taught the stories of people whose inventions and scientific discoveries had expanded the lives of millions of other people. Today, students are being taught to admire those who complain, denounce and demand.
The first column I ever wrote, 39 years ago, was titled "The Profits of Doom." This was long before Al Gore made millions of dollars promoting global warming hysteria. Back in 1970, the prevailing hysteria was the threat of a new ice age — promoted by some of the same environmentalists who are promoting global warming hysteria today.
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
When I was growing up, we were taught the stories of people whose inventions and scientific discoveries had expanded the lives of millions of other people. Today, students are being taught to admire those who complain, denounce and demand.
The first column I ever wrote, 39 years ago, was titled "The Profits of Doom." This was long before Al Gore made millions of dollars promoting global warming hysteria. Back in 1970, the prevailing hysteria was the threat of a new ice age — promoted by some of the same environmentalists who are promoting global warming hysteria today.
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Monday, December 26, 2016
If you think I was too hard on that dead son of a bitch Castro, read this!
Armando Valladares is a real man, a gentleman, and a great Christian. Pray, kiddies, that you may never have your faith tested like this brave man and his comrades.
And when it does happen [as it surely will] pray even harder that you will not be found wanting. The totalitarians of both the left and the right don't give a flying fuck about your body. They want your souls!
Armando Valladares’s story says more about Fidel Castro than any obituary could. It’s a part of the Fidel Castro story Michael Moore and Sean Penn won’t tell, or don’t know. It’s a story you certainly didn’t hear from the media as they endlessly opined about Castro’s “complicated” legacy. But it reveals so much more about the dictator than they ever could.
The year was 1959. Castro, a young revolutionary, had seized Cuba’s imagination with talk of democracy and a new vision for its people. It didn’t take long, however, for one follower to discover Castro’s true nature, and for Castro to run up against the limits of his own earthly power.
Armando Valladares may not have been the first man to challenge the Cuban dictator, but he eventually became the best known. By his own account, the young Valladares was an early supporter of Castro’s revolution, taking a job in the Office of the Ministry of Communications for the Revolutionary Government, where he worked as a postal clerk. But all of that changed when he was asked to put a communist slogan on his desk. It comprised three simple words: “I’m with Fidel.” He refused.
A young artist and poet who also happened to be a Christian, Valladares understood the meaning of the request. What he did not know, and could not know, was how far his own government would go to bend him to its will.
Soon after his refusal to comply, Valladares was arrested by political police at his parents’ home. Faced with trumped up charges of terrorism — a favorite tactic of the Castro regime for silencing dissent — he was given a 30-year sentence. Valladares would spend time in different prison camps for the next 22 years.
The first, La Cabaña, forged some of the very worst memories. “Each night, the firing squad executed scores of men in its trenches,” he told the Becket Fund, which last year honored him with its Canterbury Prize, given annually to a person who embodies an unfailing commitment to religious freedom. “We could hear each phase of the executions, and during this time, these young men — patriots — would die shouting ‘Long live Christ, the King. Down with Communism!’ And then you would hear the gunshots. Every night there were shootings. Every night. Every night. Every night.”
May God have mercy on their brave souls.
Years passed, and the communists fixated on enrolling prisoners in reeducation programs. Valladares, still early in his sentence, was offered the chance at “political rehabilitation” but refused to comply.
He was sent to an even more brutal prison, and the government ramped up its efforts to break his spirit. Armando Valladares may not have been the first man to challenge the Cuban dictator, but he eventually became the best known. “I spent eight years locked in a blackout cell, without sunlight or even artificial light. I never left. I was stuck in a cell, ten feet long, four feet wide, with a hole in the corner to take care of my bodily needs. No running water. Naked. Eight years,” Valladares recalled.“All of the torture, all of the violations of human rights, had one goal: break the prisoner’s resistance and make them accept political rehabilitation. That was their only objective.”
After nearly a decade, prison officials adjusted their terms. If Armando would simply sign a document renouncing his beliefs and embracing Communism, he could return to his family. The choice was simple: physical freedom or spiritual liberty. “For many people, it wasn’t practical to resist. Better to sign the paper and leave,” Valladares said. “But for me, signing that paper would have been spiritual suicide.” So how did Valladares do it? How did his faith and spirit endure during those years alone in prison?
“In the beginning, I embraced God perhaps for fear of losing my life, since I was in danger of being executed,” he told the National Association of Evangelicals in 1983. But hearing those men proclaim their love for Christ just prior to their executions moved him in ways he could not have imagined:
"I realized then that Christ could be of help. Not merely by saving my life, but also giving my life, and my death if that was the case, an ethical sense that would dignify them. I believe that it was at that particular moment, and not before, when Christianity, besides being a religious faith, became a way of life that in my own circumstances resulted in resistance — resisting torture, resisting confinement, resisting hunger, and even resisting the constant temptation to join the political rehabilitation and indoctrination programs that would end my predicament.
The battle lines were drawn for Valladares: the material life versus the spiritual life. Castro and his earthly ambitions of a utopian dictatorship versus Christ and His promise of everlasting life for those who follow Him.
Castro fought hard, desperate to strip Valladares of his most valuable possession: his sense of morality. But once again, his faith proved up to the task. “To be Christian under those circumstances meant that I could not hate my tormentors; it meant to maintain the belief the suffering was meaningful because if man gives up his moral and religious values, or if he allows himself to be carried by a desire to hate or for revenge, his existence loses all meaning,” he explained.
Valladares noted often that he was not alone in his spiritual battle with Castro. His fellow Christians showed him the way: I saw dozens of Christians suffering and dying — committed, like myself, to maintaining their dignity and their richness of spirit beyond misery and pain.
"I remember with emotion Gerardo Gonzalez, a Protestant preacher, who knew by heart whole Biblical passages and who would copy them by hand to share with his brothers in belief. I cannot forget this man whom all of us called “Brother in Faith.” He interposed himself before a burst of machine-gun fire to save other prisoners who were beaten in what is known now as the Massacre of Boniato Prison. Gerardo repeated, before dying, the words said by Christ on the cross: 'Forgive them, Father for they know not what they do.' And all of us, when the blood had dried, struggled with our consciences to attain something so difficult yet so beautiful: the ability to forgive our enemies."
Valladares’s God, too, showed him the way and the light. “There are no impossibilities for those who love and seek God,” he said. “The more ferocious the hate of my jailers, the more my heart would fill with love and a faith that gave me strength to support everything; but not with the conformist or masochistic attitude; rather, full of joy, internal peace and freedom because Christ walked with me in my cell.”
While in prison, Valladares began to write poetry denouncing his oppressors. Without paper or pen, he wrote on cigarette papers and onion skins, using his blood as ink. His wife, whom he met in prison, smuggled the poems to the outside world and they became his first book, From My Wheelchair, released in 1977. “There is nothing dictators fear more than artists, especially poets,” Valladares wrote.
In “Life Was Not Enough,” dedicated to Pedro Luis Boitel, whom he called “an unforgettable brother,” he expanded on the thought:
Life was not enough for you in that torture chamber but there were rifle butts and boots to spare buckets of urine and excrement thrown in your face. They could not forgive you your labors of light and words they feared your smile the eloquence of your hands they feared the fertility of your ideas and your manner of being silent they feared your life, Pedro, and they murdered you . . .
Today, Valladares paints rather than writing poems. His pictures are not scenes of torture and darkness, but vibrant landscapes that depict his soul — the refuge where he survived Castro’s war on his body and his conscience. But in his speech last year to the Becket Fund, he stressed that his experience had taught him the need for vigilance in defense of freedom: Just as there is a very short distance between the U.S. and Cuba, there is a very short distance between a democracy and a dictatorship where the government gets to decide what to do, how to think, and how to live. And sometimes your freedom is not taken away at gunpoint but instead it is done one piece of paper at a time, one seemingly meaningless rule at a time, one small silencing at a time. Never allow the government — or anyone else — to tell you what you can or cannot believe or what you can and cannot say or what your conscience tells you to have to do or not do. Castro is dead, and there will be countless biographies dedicated to burnishing his legacy. But the best way to understand his life is to appreciate the life of one Cuban dissident he changed forever.
Armando Valladares’s story may never be required reading in Cuban schools, but it needs to be read in every American school. Call it “The Dictator and The Dissident.” It’s quite a yarn.
— Lee Habeeb is the vice president of content for Salem Radio Network. He is also the host of Our American Stories. He lives in Oxford, Miss.
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
Monday, December 19, 2016
Did you wonder why the Clod Prince of Orange chose to whack Boeing?
Here's the skinny, kiddies:
Boeing has a $170 million contract to design the new Air Force One, not REPEAT NOT $4 billion as the orange dictatrix tweeted. Why the lie? (I know, I know. "Because it is still breathing.")
Earlier, Boeing's CEO had publicly questioned the wisdom of Clump's 18th century throwback mercantilist economic fascism and its future effects on the economy.
Beware, kiddies.
Friday, December 16, 2016
Your Humble Narrator courts future trouble with the IRS, the Secret Service, NAMBLA, its Russian equivalent, and the chekists (who are, frankly, the Russian equivalent) OR,
ESTABLISHMENT UBER ALLES! OR, YOU CAN'T
DRAIN A SWAMP BY PUTTING THE SWAMP MONSTERS* IN CHARGE.
*Thanks to Mark Levin (My third
favorite Jew...Go ahead and try to guess. Here's a hint: Bob Dylan is
Number 4.) for that one.
I know you Clumpskyites and AWUGs
(Angry White Unemployed Guys) out there don't want to read the truth,
but you've got yourselves tangled up in a genuine cult of personality
with this orange psychopath and you are either too proud or too
ignorant to admit it.
I know you voted for it because you
thought it would wreak vengeance on those who have wronged you. That
is just stupid on so many levels. The thirst for revenge blinds you
and makes you weak and vulnerable. A cold and calculating victory
strategy that would put your enemies to flight is what is called for.
But no, you'd rather rage and scream at the darkness because it makes
you feel better now. Meanwhile, the creature you consider your hero
is giving your enemies power to rule over you while you applaud it
for its wondrous "honesty" and "outsider"
thinking.
SUCKERS.
For example, the guy who is about to
become your Treasury Secretary is a George Soros bootlicker. And you
claim to be an anti-commie anti-globalist American patriot! You are
a sucker and a dumbass.
How about your new Secretary of State?
He's been sucking Czarina Putina's strap-on for years and getting
rich in return. He' s also a baby-eater, a "climate change"
freedom and job destroying fascist and the very definition of
globalist elite insider. But I'm sure he loves his dog...as long as
it doesn't produce too much methane. Can't wait for those robot
dogs...
You suckers.
All you'll need to do is watch the
Democrass senators at the confirmation hearings. They will only
attack the REAL CONSERVATIVES, the true anti-power,
anti-establishment outsiders. Beware of those to whom they give a
pass.
And one more thing before I forget.
What sane human thinks that creepy little sodomite opressing poor
Russia deserves anything more than a .22 to the back of his fat head?
(As an amateur Russian historian, I think a bomb thrown at his
motorcade is more likely. However, my Russian cousins have proved
themselves more than adept at both.)
And I do mean sodomite. All that
photo-op judo and hunting and deep sea diving is certainly over-compensating for something. (I wouldn't be surprised if Germaine Greer in drag knows exactly what.) And WTF is up with all that
barechested bareback riding? That sort of thing attracts a specific
sub-genre. You can look it up.
Of course, Clump may simply be a Putina sycophant. I'm not saying that Clump itself definitely is a
homosexual, but you must admit there appears to be quite a lot of
over-compensation going on there, too. (It is a world famous
jock-sniffer. Maybe it's just a big sports fan. Maybe it likes to pay
powerfully built young men to urinate on it while it reclines naked
in its solid gold bathtub. Who knows?)
Has anybody really given any thought to
that whole "grab her by the pussy" thing? It doesn't make
any sense. It can buy all the pussy it wants and then some. Plus,
there are oodles of females all over the world willing to debase
themselves just for a contact high from all that money and power. So
why the badass predator act? Could it be that l'il Clumpy can't rise
to the occasion?
Even if it does like girls, it seems
reasonable to assume it needs some kind of violence and/or
degradation to get off.
We'll probably never know for sure,
because money definitely can buy you happiness, kiddies...or at least the silence
of your victims.
Hey, wouldn't it be funny if Laura
Ingraham entered her daughter in a Clump beauty contest? Not funny
for the child, of course. But then again, who cares about children?
Certainly not her mommy, the alleged Catholic, who now votes the
straight (and perhaps not so straight) BabyEater ticket.
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Monday, December 12, 2016
LOOK, KIDDIES! It's Clumpy, the orange threat to love, decency, freedom, and everybody's brain cells!
See Clumpy's tiny hands, kiddies? That means his penis is smaller than that of all the other clowns. Even Harry Reid's.
And it is much, much smaller than Hitlery's strap-on dildo. (Goober II has been getting hit pretty hard in his pooper ever since the election.)
Wage and price controls and tariffs, anyone?
Clumpy the Clown is a cross between Herbert Hoover and Richard Nixon without the brains of the former or the boyish charm of the latter.
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- First of all, the word is SEX, not GENDER. If you are ever tempted to use the word GENDER, don't. The word is SEX! SEX! SEX! SEX! For example: "My sex is male." is correct. "My gender is male." means nothing. Look it up. What kind of sick neo-Puritan nonsense is this? Idiot left-fascists, get your blood-soaked paws off the English language. Hence I am choosing "male" under protest.