Please, FSM, pleeeaassse, I need to see that concession speech…

I would feel sorry for the poolboy, maid, and gentleman’s gentleman, who would have to clean up for their princely $2.50/hr.

I aint’nt sure, I think it started out as mockery, about how us commies are not so hip on women not being able to make, you know, decisions and stuff. But he then leapt off the rails with buzzwords and whistles, ie tire iron, enforcers, and panjandrums (christ, what a snot – didn’t these people ever realize that for folks in the reality-based community, William F Buckley and his persistent vocabulary came off as much less than impressive and much more as what a dick).

He tried to reel it back in with Yale and $2B for the cure, ignoring that much of that $2B was raised from folks who make the Cause.

They’ve made it clear, however, that no matter how (or if) they reach it, their goal to is piss us off. Fuck ‘em.

Do I have to choose between Timothy 1:5 and Ben “She looked willing, dammit” Roethlesberger?

Okay, my dream scenario. James Harrison introduces himself to Tebaugh, repeatedly, in case Tim has some sort of social awkwardness and has trouble remembering names, like with his team’s uniform color. Biker Ben is arrested for violating the Mann Act at the stadium door. Steelers win 2 to 0, and then get spanked next week by Houston.

Profit!

I was born and raised catholic, and when recently married, we joined a Catholic Church, despite misgivings, mostly because it’s what you do, sense of community, made parents very happy, etc. Lasted about 9 months. The two primary reasons, among many other reasons, are Archbishop Nienstadt and the MN anti-gay marriage stuff (no links, too many to choose from, look it up, he is evil) and the bloodthirsty enthusiasm for Santorum coming from the pulpit (read that as you like). But, point being, have no illusions, under the radar, Santorum has institutional support wherever there is a catholic church.

Ughhh.

Tiger Woods? Ummm…

John, have you been doing your “Small. Far Away.” exercises?

For about 10 years, Woods was the finest golfer on the circuit, far and away. His skills turned to endorsements for golf products, you know, for people who liked golf. I do not recall seeing the “Tiger Woods How to Marry and be Totally Faithful to a Scandihoovian Babe” video at my local redbox.

Sarah Proud and Grifty can be distinguished from Woods in that she has no actual skills. Other than the +5 Wink of Starbursts. Her political career has been a rollercoaster of poor decisions and overreactions, vendettas and jihads, and sharing casserole recipes with Ethiopian witch-finders.

Twat.

PS. Mr. Bogg, sir:

Its not gay if I do it with that picture.

That came out bitter, his mom was a wonderful lady, although the morning reading of the Watchtower weirded me out some and I had to flee, left a business card.

“What miserable drones and traitors have I nourished and brought up in my household, who let their lord be treated with such shameful contempt by a low-born quarterback?”

@gunsbeforebutter – I am afraid to look. What in hell is the heel made of – tanned ectopic afterbirth?

The only way I make it though this day is if both:

a) The Vikings loose 114-0, thus preventing me from having to pay for a billionaire’s new stadium (srsly, Zygi Wilf could build it with a check, and still afford mac-n-cheese).

b) After our mighty 2″ of snow, the metrodome roof falls on Tebow, also too thereby allowing access to the angels to gently pick up Timothy and ascend him to heaven with 72 other virgins before giving him to Cthulu, that self-righteous sonuvabitch. Seriously, praying in his own inimitable way for a missed field goal!?! How fucking pious is he!?!? This is Bachmann level!

Besides, God’s an Aaron Rodgers fan.