Not long ago, a Real-American named Gary Troy was standing in his kitchen, deep-frying a cheeseburger for his lunch, when God the Creator suddenly appeared. “Gary,” God said, “This is your mission in life: To promote the fuck out of Sarah Palin until she becomes president. Succeed, and admission to Heaven is yours. Fail, and [...]
When William F. Buckley founded National Review in 1955, did he know it would one day morph into a low-lit bathroom where plump “conservative” writers emote like teenagers filming “THIS IS HOW I FEEL, WORLD” YouTube diaries? Originally envisioned as a place where you could read defenses of Joseph McCarthy and Francisco Franco while sipping a sparkling [...]
Dingbat embarrassment Michele Bachmann has blabbed her way into a losing battle to keep her congressional seat in Minnesota’s 6th District. The new polls are out, and they say Batshit Bachmann is down three points. The sixth-level druid Elwyn Tinklenberg now has the lead, 47%-44%. Magic is everywhere.
What a tragic month for our Snowbilly Dingbat! On August 29, just hours after Barack Obama’s stadium acceptance speech in Denver, John McCain waddled out with his exciting maverick veep pick, a nine-year-old child abandoned at the Wal-Mart in some exurban Alaskan gloom-hole. And America loved her! Or, “the Americans who voted for Bush, twice, [...]
Here’s the promised new chapter of The World’s Most Painful Interview, in which CBS journalistic monster Katie Couric continues to look almost sad about how fucking dumb this Sarah Palin proves to be, again and again, whenever she is asked to speak.
Here’s your Barack Obama dealing with an angry dingbat who somehow got press credentials for a campaign rally at Ohio’s Baldwin-Wallace College. The dingbat, identified as either “John Quinn” or “John Q. Public,” started hollering as Obama began a stump speech about energy or something. And then it got funny.
