George Tierney of Greenville South Carolina should have a grand ol’ time looking for work in the next, oh, couple o’ decades or so… any potential recruiter need just fire up teh google to discover what a rare find he or she has on hand, and it’ll be “don’t call us, we’ll call you — like, never, fuckchop” as the receiver comes crashing down.

Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.

“a plate of fuckchops with a side bag of salted dicks.” The breakfast of champions. Schweet. Maybe our dishy host, Jennifer, would consider putting out a book of wingnut recipes (McMegan could get a chapter on easy side dishes to make with Himalayan sea salt in her million dollar Thermomix, and Althouse could do a section on drinks for all occasions). Throw in some raunchy basset pictures, sign the fucker with a gold highlighter, and I’d buy it.

I have the weirdest boner… so, now I can have a crush on you for your writing AND your body? You’re too kind, good sir, uh, ma’m, too kind.

My respect for Hawaii has grown tremendously with this story — Jill Nagamine is nobody’s fool. And, surprisingly, I have less respect for Arizona tonight than I did this morning — something I did not think possible. Srsly, AZ… these people are making fuckchop (that’s ™ & ® some douchewad in the Carolinas) out of your brand, such as it is.

$208 an hour?!? WTF is up with that — did you hire Tiffany’s for the job? Michelle Malkin is gonna go all granite counter tops on you now: “somewhat famous blogger blows Soros millions on solid gold plumbing!”

Sorry about the mess, hope it works out — how the hell do you manage to burst a pipe in your neck of the woods, anyway? Up here in Vermont we rely on Mother Nature and thirty below winter nights for that kind of household entertainment…

Damn you, tbogg, you just made the laugh out loud in an Amtrak “quiet car.” Now I’ve got to explain to the stuffed McSuit with the expensive brief case next to me exactly why — and given that I’m heading through CT on my way to MA, I suppose there’s a fair chance he’s actually the local “Mitt’s My Main Man” campaign coordinator/bundler/pimp. Better say something about how dogs actually like fresh air and all that…

It’s just like when desperate Xtians try to find science to support the myths they pull out of their “Big Busy Book of Finger Wagging and Glorified Ignorance” because they realize that facts unlike fiction usually have a better chance at winning an argument.

The event wasn’t at the Xtian “school” attended by the kids in the story. It took place at a grander event somewhere else, bringing in kids from schools.

But, seriously, if you’re pretending to be a student journalist, how can you claim to “[...] have no idea [...] of who Dan Savage actually was?” It’s called research. That’s like showing up at a tech conference and asking your neighbor who that Gates dude is, and why he’s such a big deal. It was billed as a talk about bullying — what, were they hoping to show up and get tips on how to do it better?

I take offense at their offense.

Yeah, and great to see that the Preznit took the opportunity to point out how tough life is for the increasingly marginalized American women who… oh, wait, what? Sorry, no, he immediately came out to beat up on Rosen, (“… The president said on Thursday, ‘There’s no tougher job than being a mom. Anybody who would argue otherwise, I think, probably needs to rethink their statement.’”) while vigorously defending Mitt Romney’s gender-challenged financial adviser — the clueless one with the boobs, the boys, and the pretty ponies.

Strange, that, given how Rosen was spot on, and Ann Romney really is as clueless about the challenges faced by American women as Mitt Romney is about the hardship of losing your job. Rosen wasn’t claiming it wasn’t tough to be a mom — she was pointing out the fact that Mrs. Romney wouldn’t know the first thing about just how tough it is. But apparently, it’s more important not to offend his the wive’s of his well-healed donors than to point out just how tough the job is. Too bad, that.

No, I’m not “blaming Obama” — I just wish his gut reaction towards damage control didn’t come at the expense of, you know, facts.

Christ… what did you do to deserve that scowl?

“No. You may not have a book to read. Now, go away, please.”

Career hospice. Nice, needed that today.

So, is Rick going now going to bring the remains of his stillborn campaign home to share with the family? Hopefully the kids will take the opportunity to kick him in the balls and tell him to quit it with the ongoing public humiliation…

I’m sorry, but a conservative that admits to using alternative transportation and freely confesses to being friends with a social worker is just not a worthy source of reliable hate mongering. Chances are his hippie-mobile was stolen by a roving gang of lobbyists or think tank wankers on a dare.

Yeah, and the Easter Bunny died for our capital gains and all that… Really, screw Rick Warren with his speaker’s fee from Obama’s coronation way back when. Rick’s got his, and God’s got his back — apparently he thinks can afford to piss on the poor and suck up to his well-heeled buddies from the Sunday morning circle jerk. Too bad it really just confirms his status as scum-of-the-earth.

Whew… thank God he married a woman and had two daughters, or they might’ve been on to something. Srsly — this is the best they can do? “Neener, neener — well *your* guy hangs out with guys a lot, so suck it libtards!”

Damn, looks like they’ve stumbled across Romney’s winning campaign platform right there. Nice work, boys. They’ll no doubt charge him a pretty penny for such high grade uncut stuff, but he can afford it.

This. This is why I’m so relieved *not* to watch television. Srsly, it’s the intellectual equivalent of self-mutilation, and I’m just not emo enough to go there…

Thank Jeebus those two egomaniacal clowns aren’t in charge of anything important… oh, wait. But that’s okay, we weren’t using our rights and freedoms much anyway.

There’s really nothing funny to say about Buttrocket and his ilk here. They really, truly seem not to care about that a teenager was shot by a guy who just wanted to watch him die and, amazingly, is getting away with it. It doesn’t matter what the preznit says or thinks, it doesn’t matter what the black panthers do or don’t do. It shouldn’t matter if the victim was black or white — the fact that they don’t seem to give a shit that he died just because is simply sad.

But it does, of course, go hand in hand with their cavalier and selective attitude towards the lives of others: if they’re Iraqis or immigrants or poor, then they are irrelevant and completely dispensable; if they’re zygotes or rich enough to matter, why, then they matter above all else.

And firearms. And Hello Kitty. Clearly the savior of the American Dream™ Classy site for a classy girl.