“For £3 million they could give everyone in Scotland a shovel, and we would dig a hole so deep we could hand her [Margaret Thatcher] over to Satan personally.”

Frankie Boyle on public expenditure for Thatcher’s Funeral

Occupy the Bed.

Thank you for mentioning Obama’s killing off all the bees using drone technology. This has not gotten the buzz one might have expected from the paranoid hive mind, which usually has its antennae up for any threats from our Africanized Killer President.

Yo! Lenny and Squiggy clean up pretty good, don’cha think?

Lesbian Gym? Isn’t that where Bobby Blanchard teaches?

Your second-word link at “Roy” is, as the techies say, AFU (all fucked up). Here is the real deal.

What next? A piece on Olympic weightlifting by Stephen Hawking?

Bill Kristol Now Double-Dog Daring Liberals To Be As Wrong As Him He [Is Wrong]

Reading Bill Kristol will do that your writing. It’s like hitting your brain in the frontal lobes with a cast-iron pie.

I know in Galt’s Gulch…you are free to eat all the contaminated meats and cheeses that you can shove in your gaping maw without the nanny state hovering over you warning about about fever, nausea, diarrhea, and possible miscarriage or stillbirth if you are pregnant,

Here’s a family that decided to “go Galt” back in 1936. They had absolutely no problems with government regulation of any kind. Absolutely no cheese of any kind, either.

Pete from CA gives the ol’ Streamlight TLR-2s with Strobe a 5/5 rating and this unsolicited recommendation:

“Streamlight TLR-2 Weapon mountable tactical light with laser. If you are reading this, you already know this is the best light for the money out there. Yes, Streamlights are expensive but you’re getting what you pay for. You also know that Streamlight’s customer service is over the top and their products are guaranteed for life (limited). You bought the exact gun you wanted, now buy the exact light you need. Because when you need it, you need it to work 100% correctly the first time and every time! Don’t jeopardize you or, your family’s life with a cheap, Chinese knock-off of this American designed and made tactical light.”

” relationships are wonderful in theory, but in practice, they inevitably turn out to be parochial and limiting and an endless amount of work.”

She’s just repeating what she’s been told during every break-up since middle school.

For that farewell bag, send Joe the Ron Jeremy Minyan Pack – 10 circumcised schlongs covered with kosher salt.

Senator-elect Warren didn’t demand Goldman Sachs’ CEO Lloyd Blankfein’s skull for her desktop pencil holder because, in addition to studying the ways of the Senate, looking into issues that others have proposed, and seeking out alliances, she’s having Blankfein’s head measured for a pike for some future Banking committee shindig.

“Huckleberry Closetcase” – a formulated phrase for the ages. Brought this bit to mind.

And I have known the eyes already, known them all–
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

Poor Todd Akin. He couldn’t have watched this movie, because a screen won’t fit in that small, dark, enclosed place where he has his head permanently wedged.

When you utterly discount science, facts, and myriad polls, you might get that gut-punched feeling when you can no longer deny reality.

In “The Death of Marat,” the paper held in Marat’s left hand reads, in French, “Il suffit que je sois bien malheureuse pour avoir droit a votre bienveillance” or in English, “Because I am unhappy, I have a right to your help.”

Perfect expression for bassets,too.

Fortune magazine has reported that, in addition to Lucasfilm, the Disney Co. has purchased the Muslim Boogaloo Wonderland of Miscegenation & Hip Hop Barbeques from ShakaZulu, Ltd., a Cayman Islands corporation. So look for animatronic Wookies and Kenyan Socialists giving each other terrorist Rebel Alliance fist-bumps at the inaugural balls this coming January.

The leggy and bootilicious Mrs TBogg notwithstanding, only 53% of your readers are really your “wierd little internet friends.” The other 47% just come here in the hopes of getting a cyber-coupon for free government cheese.

If you’re taking notes, I’m partial to artisanal Vermont chevres.

Oh, and thanks for the writing, the cursing, and the erudite headlines ‘n’ shit.

It’s got nothin’ to do with Zulus, haole.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shaka_sign