Wait, I wasn’t done!

I get the message. I’m done! No more harping on and on from me. The lady has sung, the curtain has fallen, the house lights have come up, and we’re stumbling out into the foyer and trying to remember where we’ve parked. Mum’s the word! When something’s over, it’s over, and there’s no sense going on about it. From your lips to God’s ears. Time to move on, and that’s what I’m doing, because it’s over, and I’m good with that.

And, like our sexy host says, the whole point of this was that geot.sc was just one of a legion of indecency, making with the pet names (“cunt”) and modest suggestions (“shut yer dicksucker”) at this (or most any) uppity woman (in many cases, any woman who doesn’t hide her gender online).

Well, perhaps this all made a point (message: we care). If even one mouth breather out there decided not to tweet from his gonads and took it out on a bowl of corn chips and jalapeño bean dip, it was worth it.

We’ll be sorry when we all die of cancer. Cancer that could have been cured in nine different ways, only four of which involve instant death!

There’s a sidebar on the Twitter page of three people who are allegedly “similar to george tierney” [jr, of greenville, south carolina -ed]. They should SO sue for that!

Today my daughter’s ball got stuck on the roof, and I heard her say “George Tierney, Jr., of Greenville South Carolina!” Of course I washed her damn mouth out with soap.

Been reading the longer (by following the link to his tweets).

The tinier the dick, the bigger the asshole.

One time in Tim Conway’s short-lived sitcom about a Texas Ranger, “Rango,” Conway literally rolls out into the street, guns blazing. One bad guy turns to the other and says, “Maybe if we leave him alone, he’ll shoot himself.”

Now, what this guy needs from a PR point of view is a pithy nickname for the tabloids and the twitters. Something that’ll stretch our memory; something wide open that’ll really stick in the mind. G-tie! Nahhh. Tierbo! NAHHHH. Wait, this one will have everyone gaping:

geot.SC

Too subtle?

I had breakfast in bed today, pancakes my daughter (age 10) made, delivered by my wife. My sacroiliac sort of went out on Friday and hasn’t quite come back yet.

Other than that, I think she’s having a nice Day.

Also too, “I don’t remember that incident,” Romney said, laughing…

Hardee har har. Memory is a fleeting thing, for a conservative.

When you’re conservative, not remembering something is proof it never happened. Now watch me cover my eyes and turn invisible!

Some day, they’ll crucify that poor lad, and a centurion who looks strangely familiar will solemnly intone, “Truly, this wuz the son of Lucianne.”

I can just hear Li’l Jonah being called on to read his own paper in class and stumbling over the word “similarly” because he was too lazy to look up the pronunciation when he copied it from somebody else.

She’s stupid, mean, and smells funny.

(Six words. For that, I don’t even have to look at her picture.)

Tierney’s family must be so proud of him.

I’d like that verified.

The real tragedy is that Breitbart was just about to reveal the secret for a little blue pill that you add to a tank full of water and your car can run for a month on it, with no pollution, except that it will crap unicorns. Or it would have, if not for those meddling liberals.

Well, it’s Cardinal PD O’Behar.

Seriously, can’t these guys just beat off to a goddamn porn video? I’ll tell them how to find them online, for free even. They think what they’re doing is somehow better?

“Further evidence that Morning Zoo-type radio shows are the repositories of America’s Strategic Asshole Reserves…”

Ho ho! TBogg misspelled “suppositories”!

They were really, really veiled threats, too. “What an idiot” meant “We will do something violent to you.” “He is mistaken” meant “We will deny you your first commandment rights to have an opinion and breathe air.” You have to be able to decode liberalspeak.

Practice on the first paragraph in this comment. The result will be a recipe for delicious toffee squares. Serves six!

It’s not so much that Pat Buchanan’s a historian of the wrong side in WW2, as he just remembers it. I expect he’s where Jonah got the idea that the Nazis were liberal. “God, what a bunch of pinkos,” Pat would tell him.