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Nothing says ‘Flaming Homosexual’ like the wide-stance, fully braced posture of a Texas Governor firing an erect rifle that has about as much recoil as a Daisy 105 BB gun. Look at the red-blooded embodiment of violence and virility, with mom jeans and an utterly worthless, sissy “mini suppressor” on the end of the barrel. And not only is his man-purse (not seen in photo) too small to hold an extended clip, he can barely squeeze in his lipstick and emergency tampon.
The swaggering idiot carries a .380 Ruger (loaded with hollow-point bullets) when jogging, because he is afraid of snakes. I am also afraid of snakes, but when I jog (haha I don’t jog!), I carry a handgun that uses rounds with shot pellets. Hollow points are for people! It was on a jog that Gov. Fancy Boots allegedly encountered a coyote, later bragging it took just one shot from the laser-sighted pistol to take out the varmint. “Don’t attack my dog or you might get shot … if you’re a coyote…” I love that he added “if you’re a coyote”. Thanks for clearing that up! Perry later qualified that the coyote didn’t “attack” his dog, Coyote and Governor exchanged lingering stares at which point Perry took it out without provocation. “I did the appropriate thing and sent it to where coyotes go…”
Uhhhh… where do coyotes “go”? Hell? And why are you charging the coyote? Oh yeah, because you have a gun. A snake-protection weapon loaded with hollow point bullets (it’s a good time to point out that Perry’s varmint hunting arena is the sprawling grounds of his mansion aka coyote-spawning Hellscape which costs Texas taxpayers $44,000 in lawn maintenance alone). And this is just his Jogging Gun. I’m sure he would have dropped an Acme anvil on the coyote if he wouldn’t have had his gun.
But he ALWAYS has a gun.
The American Thoracic Society estimated that stricter ozone regulations would only prevent 8,000 deaths a year, OR a death toll approximately two and a half times that of 9/11 (repeated every year). This may be a small price to pay for freedom from burdensome regulation. To make an omelet you gotta break some eggs, right? Some might find this incompatible with a culture of life, but at least it’s not abortion, right? Granted there’s evidence that links ozone and ambient carbon monoxide on low birth weight, fetal death, and spontaneous abortion, but those scientific facts probably come from elitist scientists who will say anything to keep their funding. Right?
Air pollution via science photo library
Google Jamie Moyer and up pops “Jamie Moyer old” followed by “Jamie Moyer is old”. Old Man Moyer’s relative old age has been the object of ridicule for years before he was even as old as he is now.”Jamie Moyer is so old that he intentionally walked Adam in order to pitch to Eve”, blah, blah, bifocals, early bird specials, AARP, hoverounds and hips.
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Mother Jones‘ Tim Murphy reports that for years the crazy-eyed, Republican presidential candidate referred to herself as “Dr. Michele Bachmann.” Murphy reports:
When Bachmann knocked off incumbent GOP state Sen. Gary Laidig at the district nominating convention, the MREC fired off a news release repeatedly invoking their candidate’s honorarium. “On the first ballot, Dr. Michele Bachmann was endorsed 62% to Laidig’s 38%,” it read. “Dr. Bachmann herself, who arrived at her convention with no intention of running, was shocked by her victory.” (The narrative, promoted by the congresswoman, that she was an unlikely candidate is false—Bachmann had announced her candidacy months earlier and laid the groundwork for the upset by stacking the convention with anti-Profile activists.) [click to continue…]
Check your crapper, you probably already do. One you know that every time you wipe your ass, you are wiping the fetid slime of the poison pushing, union knee-capping billionaires on your Epidermal Organogenesis, you’ll never buy their crap again. The blood sucking mafia underbosses own a staggering portion of the shit we buy and of all of America, its oil and gas, its chemicals, cattle, forestry, and synthetics. The arch Ayn Randian libertarian Toilet Paper Titans were born rich and then got richer, because the larger the fortune, the more worthy they are than others of status, power and influence. Gleefully punishing middle class Americans, terrorizing the most manipulable fringe of the conservative spectrum, the undereducated, the overly religious and the fiscally oppressed, these jackals don’t need you shoveling more gold into their already overflowing coffers for the honor of wiping your butt with their Angel Soft.
The Blacklist: All Georgia-Pacific products, including Brawny Paper Towels (gay lumberjack), Mardi Gras Paper Towels, ALL kinds of toilet paper: Quilted Northern, Angel Soft and something called “Sparkle”. These asswipes really love their TP! Also, those Vanity Fair Paper Products, the plates and napkins we buy when we want to be fancy, and (this one hurts) Dixie Cups. And some crap I’ll never knowingly buy: Georgia-Pacific lumber, DryPly, plywood, PlyBead, ToughRock, Fireguard, DensArmor and DensShield gypsum board and last but not least, Stainmaster carpet.
With all these middle class products, you would think the Kock’s would want a vital middle-class to buy those products! Stop wiping your ass with their products before they wipe our asses with their solar flares and coronal mass ejections. Remember, the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
A more comprehensive and mind boggling list of the Kochsuckers asswipes and other crap.
