Brace yourselves, guys. The crack team over at the Daily Caller has come out with a new, knuckle-cracking investigation that gets to the root of yet another broad liberal conspiracy: There is a guy on the internet, you see, who has... opinions . Oh, lord! Say it isn't so! Say it's a fabrication!
I recall back in the Bush years being routinely threatened by conservatives that they would find out where I work and inform my boss of my posts, find out where I live, etc. I know of several instances of conservatives calling peoples' places of work and complaining about internet libtard behavior of their employees.
So this is just like a witch hunt, except instead of a witch, you find a note stuck to your back that says "I am an assclown" and then you look down and your bowtie has fallen into a puddle of what looks like liquid shit, so you decide to make the best of it, and put it all up on the internet for all to see?
Obligatory "That's an insult to ferrets everywhere".
Stop naming nuts.
I don't think you can counterfeit something that doesn't exist.
His supply and demand example would seem to explain that.
It's not the conservative Onion? You mean, these articles are supposed to be REAL?
Well, and Tucker is way richer.
Stay safe.
Not Lindsay Lohan, then?
Daily Callgirl is <em>incensed</em> that the good Lt. Col. will not pay it for the sexytimes, because the Daily Callgirl is fugly.
Flop sweat?
Damn right Canada. Fucking Yankees.
With carnal intent.
I recall back in the Bush years being routinely threatened by conservatives that they would find out where I work and inform my boss of my posts, find out where I live, etc. I know of several instances of conservatives calling peoples&#039; places of work and complaining about internet libtard behavior of their employees.
Ok, fine. We have to meme-icate this one then.
You know <i>what else</i> leaves stains on Daily Caller pages?
Daily Caller Headline: VETERAN NAMES HIS PENIS &quot;JONES&quot;
So this is just like a witch hunt, except instead of a witch, you find a note stuck to your back that says &quot;I am an assclown&quot; and then you look down and your bowtie has fallen into a puddle of what looks like liquid shit, so you decide to make the best of it, and put it all up on the internet for all to see?