Boy, that George Tierney of Greenville, South Carolina sure doesn’t understand how the Google works, does George Tierney of Greenville, South Carolina? I hear there are online rep management organizations that could help George Tierney of Greenville, South Carolina if George Tierney of Greenville, South Carolina were willing to pay them thousands and thousands of dollars.

But I’m not even sure that would help George Tierney of Greenville, South Carolina since the name, “George Tierney,” and the location, “Greenville, South Carolina,” appear on high traffic blogs and popular Twitter streams. And people keep saying “George Tierney of Greenville, South Carolina.”

I think George Tierney of Greenville, South Carolina is shit out of luck. Unless he wants to change his name to something other than “George Tierney” and perhaps move away from Greenville, South Carolina. Maybe George Tierney of Greenville, South Carolina shouldn’t have been such a giant dick. Lesson learned, George Tierney of Greenville, South Carolina?

…which Palin family fans can then print out and keep until they meet someone who can read it to them while they clap their hands in childish delight

Hahahahahahahaha! That is all.

Murray:

It is not a problem if truck drivers cannot empathize with the priorities of Yale professors. It is a problem if Yale professors, or producers of network news programs, or CEOs of great corporations, or presidential advisers cannot empathize with the priorities of truck drivers.

Really? Of course, Murray stacks the elitist deck with his favorite villain face cards, but I’d argue that insofar as the so-called elites worry about issues like good governance and sustainable economic models, it has indeed been a problem that “truck drivers” care more about whom they’d like to have a beer with, who loves Jeebus the most, etc.

Female canine, I beg your indulgence…

Perhaps the hand of Jeebus Himself reached down from Heaven and touched Juicebox Jeebus — solely to piss off / disappoint TBogg! It’s not like there are any starving children to feed or insurmountable injustices in the world to overcome. Oh wait…

Oh ye of little faith!

PonchoLefty, I say this as a rabid Gator fan who enjoyed two national championship seasons with Tebow at the helm of my alma mater’s team: GET STUFFED

Well, thank goodness. I’ve been worrying about that critter all weekend.

Aw, shit! Best wishes for a speedy recovery for dear Fenway.

“Galtspell!” (Shameless swiped from Allan, who left that comment at another degenerate snark kiosk.)

Did Ziegler just admit that he and the Palins were shitting their drawers about the media spin while the blood was still congealing on the sidewalk? Yes, yes he did. Right there in the first paragraph.

Aside from Kim il Jong’s media organization, has there ever been a more amateurish, tone-deaf bunch of hacks assembled to promote a candidate on a national stage? I’m beginning to think not.

I wouldn’t have suspected bassets of being clamberers. But one of the horrors of addiction is the way it can make us abandon our essential natures.

Don’t let the presence of all those Asians scare you off. That’s what drove Snowflake Snooki out of Hawaii back in the day, you know, just as St. Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland, which is also a very strategically located island.

I kinda thought the left-o-sphere was overreacting to the tax deal (not that there’s not legitimate tactical and strategic grounds for complaint). But this development causes me to rethink my stance. Thanks, Brodersaurus!

I wouldn’t walk under any cranes hoisting pianos, safes or anvils for the next few days if I were Donald.

Well, if reports about her staff scouting out Iowa office space are to be believed, it looks like she’ll make a run after all. (I agree she’s dumb as a bag of Bumpits, but I gave her credit for a rudimentary level of marketing savvy that would lead her to stay on the gravy train until the last possible moment but leap off before it pulled into GOP 2012 Declaration Station.)

Now, I agree with Larison that it would almost surely be a disaster of epic proportions, and the NASCAR part of my brain is eagerly looking forward to the spectacular collision of the Palin 45 car with the brick wall most of us call Reality. However, though it may take a magnifying glass to see it, if she does run, there’s an infinitesimally small chance she could defy the party money bags and win the GOP nomination.

And if that happens, there’s an even smaller chance she could win the general election. No, not in reality as we know it. But is any country ever more than one traumatic event removed from a psychotic episode?

So I’m really, really hoping she doesn’t run so she’ll have exactly as much of a chance of becoming president as I do. Because for very different reasons, neither of us is fit to serve.

You’ll be as successful as my baby daddy…

And the kid probably thought “Keeewelll!”

Meep, I don’t think the fat cats who use the GOP to serve themselves ever-larger slices of tasty commonweal pie give a crap which host body does the cuttin’ and servin.’ The last blithering moron they elected, GWB, did pretty well by them.

If they thought Palin could win, they’d support her 100%. But unlike Palin, they can read polling data and don’t believe Jesus Christ appointed them to serve as the USA’s own personal Queen Esther. They’re afraid Palin could play Sharron Angle to Obama’s Harry Reid, and it scares the crap outta them.

Therefore, if they have to take her down, they will. Invest in popcorn futures.

Hmmm, judging by the repeat visits, it looks like you’re worth Hall’s time after all, Tbogg. And valuable time it no doubt is, too!

Note to Hall: To execute a proper flounce, you have to stay flounced. Got it?

Why is it that the people who could most benefit from anonymity (by not having to drag around the ball-and-chain of stooopid their online blatherings form in real life) are most opposed to the time-honored practice? Hall is hardly the first hack to cough up that particular hairball and pretend it’s a devastating retort.