“Bruin Republicans at UCLA”? Not as remarkable as, say, Bruin Republicans at Vassar. Plus also too, Elena is another one of those poor people who fell into the arms of the right because of the “extremely liberal, closed-minded [sic] area” in which she grew up. Don’t you see that merely being liberal turns people into conservatives? Or Whiny-Ass Titty Babies. But I repeat myself.

If it weren’t that this woman is dangerous, like a rusty garden rake (and with a similar IQ), I’d feel sorry for her. Can you imagine how empty she must be to allow herself to be filled up with college Republicanism and a gig at Breitbart? The abyss has truly looked into her.

Oscar Baby Leroy posits:

Why is this posted at Firedoglake?

Answer any of the questions below and I’ll tell you.

What is the essence of existence?
Who am I? What is my true nature/essence? What is my true identity?
What is my greater purpose? How should I live my life?
What is death? What happens when we die?
Is there a god, and, if so, what is her nature?
Why did W.C. Fields hate me so much?

artisanal CD’s lovingly hand-downloaded onto my Mac.

Oh Tbogg, you can sure bring teh funny. Maybe some day you could come over and help me effingly transfer some Claudia Muzio 78s to my Babbage Mark III. I seem to have run out of cactus needles.

… its [sic] over my little head.

So is snake scat.

Criminy! Apparently the Church Lady’s Eggs did not all waste their sweetness on the desert air. Could it be that she married an Underpass Troll?

Strangely, one of my previous cars was a zero-features Civic, which I loved. All my cars up until the Prius were stick (Peugeot, two Beemers, two Hondas). That said, I have 99,449 miles on this Prius and it’s probably the best car I’ve ever owned. I’ve got economy *and* electric windows *and* A/C. When I got it, there weren’t any super econo diesels, so I’ll take all that gas money I’ve saved over the last 9 years and buy a first class ticket to Germany and rent one.

You know, the first thing that came to mind (what was left of it after watching the video) was

“What I wouldn’t give for a large sock with horse manure in it…”

I’m in Hobart Tasmania right now, so I have nothing to say and will sign off.

Down in Oz for vacation. Walked by a store called “LoveSac.” Apparently they make beanbags so large they work as loveseats. Apparently. I report, you decide.

I refuse to believe TS is real, because anyone with a sphincter that tight would weigh as much as the Niña, the Pinta and the Santa Maria by his 21st birthday.

the pink Himalayan meth of politics

Congratulations, Mr. Principal. And what are you going to do with your shiny … new …. INTERNET!!!!!!

Never give up!
Never give up!
Never give up!

that ……. SHIP!

when people have finally grown weary of spitting on you on the street, you should be ignored until such time as your lifeless body is discovered one day in a sad one-bedroom apartment reeking of shame, failure, and cat pee.

I would accept this as proof that God exists, albeit a tired and disinterested God. Personally, I would prefer to see her impacted* by a falling piano as she passes by the Royal College of Music. I like my gods to be ironic.

* I only use improper English when talking about improper people.

They’ve always been rabbit poop, but now the Chinese are diluting their Licorice Flavor #3 and it doesn’t mask the rabbit like it used to.

I’d like to know why can’t a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square;
Eternally noble, historically fair.
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat.
Why can’t a woman (pause, 2, 3) be like that?

I am up waaay too late and, needless to say, so are you Tbogg. What you need is a couple of bassets on your legs.