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3. Holy shit

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here is a republican primary song:

Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make me a match, Find me a find, catch me a catch Matchmaker, Matchmaker Look through your book, And make me a perfect match

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Some typos really take the sting out of a message. (At least the dyslexic Wonketteers read it right.)

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I'm guessing they expect to win the battle, leaving the Xtards in the familiar position of being (a) puzzled, (b) disappointed, and (c) making plans for the <i>next</i> millenium.

These people have taken the science of slow learning and, well, made a religion out of it.

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William Claude Fields' proposed epitath: <i>On the whole, I'd rather be in Philadelphia.</i>

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"kugel"

Is that the muscle you ladies like to exercise?

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Father Charles Edward Coughlin

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This... is...PLANTATION!

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The Pope?

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Satan: NO TEETH YOU BASTARD!

Andrew: mmmnph mmmph mmmmph!

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Kugel? Is that the exercise for sexy time?

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All this peace talk is just getting in the way of Alan West's psychosexual need to go out and bomp people into bloody bits, like his heroes Bush and Cheney did.

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According to Mr West if you keep stomping on the Palestinian heads long enough they will eventually come around to believing in Israel.

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