Hillary puts her foot in it (again)

Open mouth wide, insert Ferragamo — Her Royal Clintoness has (mis)spoken. David Doel breaks it all down:

Yeah, that happened. Hillary forgot who busted his ass to help her win the popular vote by a full 3 million votes (only to lose the Electoral College), and lied brazenly about Bernie, who’s been on the right side of history ever since his ass got busted while protesting for civil rights. The chutzpah is unbelievable.

The 2016 election was a shitshow in more ways than one. And it was a battle of the gargantuan egos, too.

And now I’m not at all sure that the more obscenely bloated one took the prize.

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Quotable: Victor Hugo on guillotines

“We may be indifferent to the death penalty, and not declare ourselves either way, so long as we have not seen a guillotine with our own eyes. But when we do, the shock is violent, and we are compelled to choose sides, for or against. Some, like Le Maistre, admire it; others, like Beccaria, execrate it. The guillotine is the law made concrete; it is called the Avenger. It is not neutral and does not permit you to remain neutral. Whoever sees it quakes, mysteriously shaken to the core. All social problems set up their question mark around that blade. The scaffold is vision. The scaffold is not a mere frame, the scaffold is not an inert mechanism made of wood, iron, and ropes. It seems like a creature with some dark origin we cannot fathom, it is as though the framework sees and hears, the mechanism understands, as though the wood and iron and ropes have their own will. In the hideous nightmare it projects across the soul, the awful apparition of the scaffold fuses with its terrible work. The scaffold becomes the accomplice of the executioner; it devours, eats flesh, and drinks blood. The scaffold is a sort of monster created by judge and carpenter, a spectre that seems to live with an unspeakable vitality, drawn from all the death it has wrought.”

–Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

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In which a gun-hugging bootlicker pwns herself…

…over and over…

…and over again:

You know it’s a sad day for the far right when even the boots have no use for this silly bootlicker.

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Donnie’s impeachment trial: Oh, it is ON, baby.

And here is the formal handover of the articles of impeachment (only two, alas, out of so many more there could have been, but they’ll have to do):

The real action starts 18 minutes in, if you’re wondering (and don’t have much time to sit through the preamble).

More to come tomorrow. Stay tuned.

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Music for a Sunday: A shot of coffee to stimulate

Yes, I know this is late. So listen to it before your morning commute, why don’t you?

I never knew there was a video for this great (and underrated) song. Much less one with so much glorious art-school weirdness about it. But here you go, and now you know.

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Wile E’s grody pickle

This is just….EWWWWW.

But I guess it’s entirely par for the course if you’re such a sickeningly insecure “alpha male” as our Suuuuuuper-Genius, whose pride and joy is his badly parked gas guzzler.

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Neo-Nazi outs himself as a gay catboy fetishist

No joke. Vaush has allllllll the receipts:

Yeah, that’s right: Nick Fucking Fuentes live-streamed at least 10 whole hours of himself on a gay date with a cat-eared rentboy. And that’s not all: He also has a shit-ton of catboy fetish porn on his own Discord server.

And all this while he’s busy yapping on about how anyone who’s not a “tradcon” with a “tradwife” and a “tradfam” is somehow a “degenerate”. Remember, too, how he recently crashed Diaper Don’s book-launching shindig, and tried to make it all about himself and his group, prompting Junior’s girlfriend to call him an incel? Oh, how funny all that seems in light of…THIS.

Vaush’s visible glee as he deadpan eyes the camera during Fuentes’ silly monologues is worth watching in and of itself. This self-pwn is right up there on a par with Larry Craig and his wide stance. But Vaush also makes some great points: How the hell is it possible to be a neo-Nazi while simultaneously being a closet “degenerate”, as Nick and his own ilk categorize LGBT+ folk? What kind of mental contortions are required to be a rentboy in a Sailor Moon costume and kitty ears while at the same time being fashy as fuck? And what’s going to happen to this very young (and quite vulnerable) guy when his fellow fascists turn on him, as they are bound to do when the santorum hits the fan? Who’s going to give this poor, dumb bastard a place to land when his Zeppelin inevitably goes up in smoke?

Vaush closes by offering to debate him. Which is something you really shouldn’t do, at least with convinced Nazis; like wrestling with a pig in mud, you’d only get dirty and the pig would be wayyyy too into it. But on the other hand, it doesn’t seem that Nick Fuentes is really all that convinced a Nazi. And maybe a good mud-wrestling session with a confirmed leftist will end up doing for his soul what a good mudpack does for an acne-ridden face. One really never knows.

And if it turns out that he was just doing it for the lulz, which is what they all say, I hope Vaush rubs his nose in it and points out that even if you fuck a goat as a joke, you are still, no joke, a goat-fucker. That’s not hipster “irony”, that’s real O. Henry-grade irony.

Whatever the outcome of this might be, I’ll just be over here with my beer and popcorn, if anybody needs me. Or wants to organize a watch party, which I’m totally down for.

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Yeah, hi.

Sorry I’ve been incommunicada again, I just didn’t feel like talking much. Got snowed in, metaphorically (not literally, since there’s been hardly any of the white stuff out my way). So many events and so little to say on any of them that hasn’t been said more and better elsewhere, I decided to clam up awhile.

Anyway…Happy New Year! Please enjoy this cute kitty from Russia, getting fed by Robin the cat man.

And I’ll try to get back to regular blogging again, soon.

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Quotable: Karl Kraus on demagoguery

Remind you of anyone???

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Music for a Sunday: Don’t try to live my life

One for the Brexiteers. A forgotten cautionary tale from the British industrial decline of the ’80s that could have been filmed yesterday:

Don’t tell me if I’m right.

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