[UPDATED: See end of post.] Camel-faced whine-jockey Patrick Howley has written a hilarious screed over at the Daily Caller that really has to be read to be believed. The object of his affection is Ryan Reilly, the HuffPo reporter who was detained and assaulted by cops in Ferguson the other day for the crime of charging his cellphone. Reilly was
Howley can barely break wind. He couldn't break a story if someone walked into his office, threw a smoking gun on the desk and confessed to murder.
Time for the obligitory eternal question: How can someone who works for Tucker Carlson's Blog of Cheese type Food and Inverted Dicks, call himself a journalist?
Howley can barely break wind. He couldn't break a story if someone walked into his office, threw a smoking gun on the desk and confessed to murder.
He'd have to live another twenty years to be considered an "Old Fart". --signed, a Genuine Old Fart
Putz?
My diabetic, 14 year old cat could out-punch Howler. She is however just as whiny.
Time for the obligitory eternal question: How can someone who works for Tucker Carlson's Blog of Cheese type Food and Inverted Dicks, call himself a journalist?
He can break any task you make the mistake of giving to him.