They’re coming for the poor, and you won’t say anything because you’re not poor, you’re just down on your luck, right?
Alternative title: Eat the Rich Before the Rich Eat You, Volume 8
It is the law of the land. So shall it be said, so shall it be done. For any libertarians joining us, your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
A reflection of battles won. We’d say “and battles lost” but that would make us liars, and we’re exceedingly good at the War on Christmas. Happy Holidays!
Please don’t believe what those DO-NOTHING DEMOCRATS like Shifty Schiff and Naughty Nancy have to say.
I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a healthy toy dog breed well nursed at any age is a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassée or a ragout.
In which Mean Old Publius contends, maybe, that perhaps the NRA is the modern equivalent to the fictional Mola Ram. You know, the guy who pulled out people’s hearts in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
I mean, I already have several neighbors and they’re alright with me. You can get your own fuckin’ neighbors. But seriously, just read the post.
Flag Etiquette; or Why Kid Rock Should Take A Knee.
Why your freedom of speech doesn’t give you the right to say those words.
Once upon a time, you see, radicals protested against being told what to do. They wrote a document that picked a fight. The fight turned into a war, which they fought (even on Christmas). They won the war and years later, through years of toil and discussion and debate and pistols-at-dawn, they encoded much of […]