Ah yes. Bill Donohue and his war against everything.

http://newyork.cbslocal.com/2012/02/06/catholic-league-poised-to-go-to-war-with-obama-over-mandatory-birth-control-payments/

And then Kari Anne Roy was forced to burst into print.

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/an-open-letter-to-the-tiny-white-man-the-republican-party-has-sent-to-live-in-my-underpants#.T3XA81uejzo.twitter

Not having HBO, (Well, maybe I do. I just can’t figure out which remote gets me there), I am curious about only one thing:

Did they do a scene with turkeys?

I almost hate to ask this, but did she overdo the make-up a little? What is it with these conservative nutballettes and the need to look like a 302 B.C. Egyptian hooker?

‘Ceptin’ for bush-plane Barbie. She’s hawter than a she-moose at the edge of beaver pond in early September.

Jeez. I’m confused. Does this mean we Canadians are still stuck with Frum? Stephen Harper is still trying to figure out Axles of Weevils.

Did Burton Brown say “abortion industry”? She said “abortion industry” didn’t she? if it’s an industry it can be outsourced to Chinese SEZ?

Gawd these God freaks are a careless lot.

True basset excellence is difficult to achieve. Capturing it is even more difficult. Well done, old man! A Singapore Sling on me.

I am distressed for so many reasons.
1. I thought Hindraker was dead. I thought the same about Nixon until David Frost did that thing on my otherwise useful radar system.
2. I too have Basset Hounds. How do I tell them that Mr. Corndog is alive and well and lusts after them?
3. I live with knowledge that Ass Rocket got “blog of the year” from Time magazine after beating out Skippy, The Bush Kangaroo.

The misery in which I wallow is unimaginable.

Kick his fucking ass between those posts. He’s worth no more than a field goal and only if somebody else puts the boots to him.

What the hell is an Iowa?

I am a former Canadian sailor. Sailor that is; not Canadian. I am still one of those.

I have “lived” at the world famous San Diego Zoo. I love the place. The orangutan enclosure held my attention for, well, minutes. I loved it when they flung feces to express their love for their fellow primates.

It is my hope that you took the boys with you. Bassets love zoos.

I know this because, as a fellow basset subjugant (my word. sorry.) I recognized that they had an affinity for anything upright. Orangutans were their favourite.

Hoping you, Mrs. TBogg, The TLCasey and the lads had a great day.

Cheers OM

I share in your joy (mirth). I can only imagine the glow that must surround you (haud viaticus pro vestri incursus). The lads may reconsider their behaviour in the presence of such an esteemed former cowboy. (Or they may not notice, being Bassets and all).

But Sully will.

Because I am a charitable person, I outwardly hope he doesn’t step in it. Inwardly, somewhere deep inside my shallow self, I hope he has a tough time getting it off his shoe.

Well done, old man. Brilliant! Just brilliant!

From north of the 49th (and an old Horton Plaza denizen), Merry Christmas to you TBogg and to all who love you, including the lads. May the New Year bring you all sorts of amazing and happy things.

And if Mrs. TBogg’s ear should suddenly resemble Fenway’s, well, you can’t use food as an excuse. (Well, it would be a tactically bad excuse).

Have a great Christmas!

My concern is that she’s producing that kind of tripe on 20.9 percent oxygen, and presumably less than 50 ppm carbon monoxide.

A bridge troll is brighter and consistently more lucid.

Congrats to the L&T Casey!!

You will, should you choose to accept the mission, visit the establishment of Joe’s at Haleiwa, located just up the road from the marina at Waialua Bay. This will, of course, coincide with your observations of the Pipeline. Once there, you will tell the bartender, an old friend, that The Galloping Beaver sent you. You should then be presented a secret Mai Tai.

As always, should you, or Mrs. TBogg, be discovered or in any way compromised, we will disavow any knowledge of your existence.

Pomaika’i Malihini.

Have a great time.

Ahhh. Turn me when I’m done.