Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Not Much...

I haven't been in the mood to sift through the muck and mire to find shred-worthy shit for you nice folks, because to be honest, it is depressing sometimes.  I tried one feminist blog and it was all anti-Christian/pro-abortion stuff and vegan recipes.  Because, you know, it's mean to kill animals.  Or something.   I have little tolerance for anti-Christian/anti-theist ideology and this blog is supposed to be fun, so we're not going to talk much about killing babies.  The other one was all about how Obama is really right-wing, reminiscent of Reagan for heaven's sake, and that's too dumb for even me to sit there and read about.  It's a little like being Andy Dufresne in Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption, crawling through half a mile of sewage to break out of the hell he was in.  I'm not even going to look at what KOS has to say.  Perhaps tomorrow I'll brave one particularly looney blog because with that one the comedy just writes itself.  The woman is plain batshit.  Every word is dripping with insanity, kind of like Roseanne Barr's blog except about politics.   (If you've never read Roseanne's blog, give it a whirl; there's always something funny - lunatic-funny, that is - on that one.)  So, for your entertainment I present to you a classic Bill Whittle video - he's funnier and smarter than me anyway, and he shreds bullshit with nary a swear word to be found.  In other words, he is a master shredder.   A sensei, perhaps.   I'd like to be like him when I grow up.  Assuming I ever do.

2 comments:

  1. His description of the Nancy Pelosi Goddess Statue was classic!

    ~ D-FensDogg
    'Loyal American Underground'

    POSTSCRIPT: Looks like Blogspot.com has suddenly decided to renew my "License To Comment". It's nice to be back.

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  2. He's simply brilliant. I knew you might appreciate a rant that didn't include a lot of f-bombs; in fact I had you in mind when I wrote the one following this about Joy Behar. You'll see what I did there ;)

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