Cleaning house

Now that the Repugnicants and their loud and lower class athletic supporters are now fodder for anyone who wants to prove she has balls or he has tits enough to mock Rush Hindenberg and his blithering armies of the morbidly obese, I've been tidying up around the pataphysical bidet (which is a really big fucking deal on par with Armageddon) and discovering that I have widgets and links that lead to sites festered  by diseased or deceased poop chutes I can't even remember.

Comments were screwed. My Google Ads on this site suddenly stopped working because Google probably finally figured out how much I think they suck. I realize that they are really hard at work trying to suck even better, but those fucking assholes are too fucking rich to rest on the promise of their potential. Fuck them.

Fuck the Republicans. Fuck the teabaggers. Fuck the moderates. Fuck the conservatives. Fuck the progressives, the jerkoffs, the religious, the hopeful, the optimistic, the deluded, the shit we will always have with us, your mother, and the law.

I think they are all on the run now and rational people, even ordinary marginally retarded people, realize that assholes are assholes, no matter how tan and well-dressed they think they are. The only emperor is the emperor of sun screen.

Zombieland is here, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and it's time to nut up or shut up.

Open carry? Bring it on.

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