Andrew Breitbart may still be dead, but his legacy of demanding attention by shrieking unintelligible noises like a syphilitic howler monkey with both legs caught in a thresher lives on. And what are Raggedy Dead Andy’s legions of feral Children of the Corn shrieking about today? Benghazi? Gosnell? Solyndra? Well yes, we’re pretty sure they shriek those words in their sleep. But now you can add “Pigford” to the litany of names we will be hearing from this day forward, forever and ever, world without end, amen. That is because the wingnut blogosphere has deemed today “Everybody Blog About Pigford Day.” Man, all these holidays! Yr Wonkette has not yet recovered from the crazy bacchanal that was Sunday’s Lag B’Omer and was hoping for a quiet and uneventful May Day. Thanks a lot, wingnuts.
Happy Blogging About Pigford Day!
Happy Blogging About Pigford Day!
Happy Blogging About Pigford Day!
Andrew Breitbart may still be dead, but his legacy of demanding attention by shrieking unintelligible noises like a syphilitic howler monkey with both legs caught in a thresher lives on. And what are Raggedy Dead Andy’s legions of feral Children of the Corn shrieking about today? Benghazi? Gosnell? Solyndra? Well yes, we’re pretty sure they shriek those words in their sleep. But now you can add “Pigford” to the litany of names we will be hearing from this day forward, forever and ever, world without end, amen. That is because the wingnut blogosphere has deemed today “Everybody Blog About Pigford Day.” Man, all these holidays! Yr Wonkette has not yet recovered from the crazy bacchanal that was Sunday’s Lag B’Omer and was hoping for a quiet and uneventful May Day. Thanks a lot, wingnuts.