What what, in the butt. Pat Robertson, congratulations, for you are getting your second mention on Wonkette in one week. Your Google Alerts must be going CRAZY! Last time we visited with America's most embarrassingest grandpa, he was teaching us how to make sure our gay grandkids don't get their boyfriends' gay jizz all over our Good Heterosexual Christian Thanksgiving turkeys. But today, we must console Pat, as it turns out that ALL THE HOMOSEXUALS, not just the gay grandkids,
Has it occurred to anyone that Pat Robertson, who is now 85 years old, might have dementia? It sure sounds like it to me. Not that it would be that easy to tell, in his case.
I wish there was, but unfortunately not. Some people believe that crackpot religious fundamentalists like Pat may have had dementia for years, that in fact it is a prerequisite for holding such beliefs. But there's no proof of that.
Has it occurred to anyone that Pat Robertson, who is now 85 years old, might have dementia? It sure sounds like it to me. Not that it would be that easy to tell, in his case.
Is there a Poe's Law equivalent for not being able to tell if someone believes what they're saying or if they have severe dementia?
J C Penney! Is that The Dark Crystal?
Yes, indeedy!
Good point, but they always seem to have enough money to give to whatever Tea Party loon is running for office in their district.
"Thou shalt not bear false witness," even comes from the Old Testament, that they like so much.
Goes in cycles
I wish there was, but unfortunately not. Some people believe that crackpot religious fundamentalists like Pat may have had dementia for years, that in fact it is a prerequisite for holding such beliefs. But there's no proof of that.
clearly you've never been properly fcked. =)
OMG LOL
Rest assured, there are plenty of old geezers with much higher embarrassingest rankings. Pretty sure I'm in there.
Edit: yeah, that implies that you have a ranking. Sadface.
Gott mit uns, yo.
Don't get him started on Atkinson cycle engines.
Don't run with scissors?
And he wasn't the least bit interested in that gorgeous prostitute. I sense a pattern . . .
Thinking about possible wardrobe malfunctions and can't help smirking.