Lieawatha will pass on Meth and soon be huffing gasoline to ease her pain.
October 19, 2018 at 12:11 am
Punta Gorda
That’s when you offer her a light.
It’s good to be polite.
October 19, 2018 at 12:14 am
Delilah T
Oh, for Pete’s sake, make that obnoxious, lazy cow refill her own glass! She’s no more special than a dried blade of grass in my yard.
Skye isn’t reverting, is she?
Just a question: in regard to ruining someone’s food order at a restaurant because s/he is Republican, how will these proggie lizards know these peaceful people who just want a meal are Republican? Is this an assumption on their part?
Must one carry the pepper spray canister gun just to go out to dinner? 🙂
I hope to see some large bloc arrests and serious fines and lockup time for disturbing the peace and property damage after the midterms.
I’d also like to see the use of firehoses to repel The Destructors. (I know: Shades of the Sixties!)
But most of all, are we getting enough mayhem from the little darlings to annoy people so much that they vote Conservative, regardless?
If they become repellent enough, they’ll move their liberal centrist counterparts across the center line into the conservative section, and that will change a lot of things.
October 19, 2018 at 12:26 am
Too Tall
Delilah,
In lieu of pepper spray, I recommend bringing your own steak knife, as in a nicely honed K-bar knife.
Some of us have a high tolerance and consider pepper spray to be somewhere between a condiment and after shave.
But a large fighting knife driven through the offenders appendage deep into the table, that will get their attention.
October 19, 2018 at 8:10 am
Delilah T
You do realize that if you put mashed potatoes in someone’s face, it’s more likely to stop an attack than a knife, right?
It helps if you live some place where the local LEOs have a low tolerance for vandals and assailants, and I do. Get away from the larger cities and common sense returns to the atmosphere.
October 19, 2018 at 2:09 am
Pamela
But you can’t sic a herd of goats on her to clear the chaff.
October 19, 2018 at 2:55 am
Lucius Severus Pertinax
Not Firehoses.. but Water Cannon trucks filled with Liquid Starch laced with Capsicum ; it’s a Gift that Keeps on Giving.
October 19, 2018 at 8:51 am
Old Codger
I hope to see some large bloc arrests and serious fines and lockup time for disturbing the peace and property damage after the midterms.
I’d also like to see the use of firehoses to repel The Destructors.
Sorry, Miss D, but I suspect you’re going to be disappointed, For one thing, I suspect the cops are going to sympathize more with the thugs disrupting people’s lives than with the targets of said thugs. For another remember that the prosecuting attorneys and judges are known to be overwhelmingly lib/prog.
October 19, 2018 at 4:56 pm
Delilah T
That lib/prog thing depends on where you are. The prosecuting attorney in this county has two people in jail on zero bond/no bail.
There is low to zero tolerance for destruction and disrupting people’s lives in this area and to the south of me. Not every state is awash in law enforcement that exists in a cocoon of denial of reality.
October 19, 2018 at 12:14 am
interventor
Yes, an instruction manual on resistance by the French to the occupying Germans, stated only a barbarian wouldn’t offer a light to the Germans.
October 19, 2018 at 12:17 am
Deplorable B Woodman
Yes, find something, ANYTHING, to laugh at a Libtard. They have NO sense of humor. Humor enrages a Libtard, since they have none themselves.
October 19, 2018 at 7:40 pm
John D. Egbert
LSDs, to be real, have had their sense of humor surgically removed – if it ever really existed in the first place. Without anesethesia – which adds to their “acidosis.”
October 19, 2018 at 12:23 am
Deplorable B Woodman
Laughter is the best medicine. But don’t tell the AMA. They’ll have their O’BozoCare DildoCrat friends in Kongress pass a law outlawing laughter.
October 19, 2018 at 1:01 am
Old Codger
I had a nightmare last (Wednesday) night. I saw a campaign sign in my neighbor across the street’s yard. The sign read “Clinton/Warren 2020”. Woke up in a cold sweat. Can you imagine what havoc HRC could wreak from 600 Penn.? They manufactured several million bogus (fraudulent) votes in ’16. Imagine what they could do if their tech weenies actually got their act together and their asses in gear?
By the banks of the Charles River,
Right across the shining gilt dome,
On the application job-worth,
Near the old prestigious brick yard,
Lieawatha, also known as
Spreading Bull and Fauxcahontas,
Filled her out the little boxes
Checked she off the lie, “Cherokee.”
Never thinking she’d be found out
Thinking much of salary bloated
Contemplating huge fees speaking
Prestige endless, public office.
Thought she, “What’s one little white lie;
Lesser still one little red one?”
In she turned the application.
Made she Harvard swoon in virtue
“Have we now our red professor!
Better still, red not in one way,
But in two, with massive virtue,
From her ancestors oppressed.”
Drew she then the massive salary
As her students became debt-slaves.
Ran she then for public office,
With her resume of virtue,
And she won but still some noticed
That her story didn’t add up.
Yet lived she in Massachusetts
Where the palatable lie is
Infinitely preferable
To the truth, hard and unvarnished,
Just provided that the students
And the professoriate loony
Can still feel their wondrous virtue,
Signaling it to the whole world.
Part the Second
Never ended then the questions
And the snickers from the knowing.
While the President, he pointed,
Laughing loudly, too, and sneering
At the worse-than-dumb presumption
That this white bitch was an Indian.
Then had she an idea brilliant;
“I shall take a DNA test,
Which will prove beyond a shadow
That my family’s half-remembered
Poorly researched anecdotals
Were still true and I am truly
Of the blood of Great Sequoyah.”
Then took she the DNA test
And released the answers given
To the fawning lefty papers
Globe and New York Times and WaPo
Whereupon those selfsame papers
Wrapped themselves in shrouds of virtue
Saying loudly, each and every,
That this proved beyond a single
Little nagging doubt forever
That our professorial injun
And our senatorial redskin
Was exactly what she had said,
And, in truth, a real live Indian.
Then the libertarian dummies,
Hating Trump beyond all reason
Loudly echoed just that feeling
Because even like the papers
The illiterate motherfuckers
Never realized that there is no
Possible test that could prove that
Anyone in any position
Was indeed a fucking injun.
Part the Third
“Opps,” she said, when it was pointed
Out, in every nook and crannie,
That the test so widely vaunted,
Not just failed to prove her truthful,
But made her and all the others
Look most stupid and dishonest,
And the best that she could hope for
Was that she might be an Inca.
“Oops,” said she, again, as soon as
She came to the understanding
That her highest aspirations
Had just disappeared in thin smoke,
And she’d given ammunition
In the form of sundry jokings
To whoever might oppose her
From the now to the forever.
Worse and worse it now did turn out
Or, more truly, was more noticed,
That her family’s sole connection
To the people called “Cherokee”
Was her multi-great grandfather who,
In manner most SS-like
Herded men, women, and children
Of the people called, “Cherokee,”
To the concentration camp whence
They were marched to Oklahoma
On the rout of which they perished
Men and women, little children,
In huge numbers all uncounted,
Buried by the trail unmarked
With their spirits long now fuming
That this white bitch with no linkage
Except that of crime and murder
Should still profit from their suff’ring.
Then the spirits laughed,
“Hahaha.”
October 19, 2018 at 7:17 am
Bill
Bravo, fucking BRAVO.
October 19, 2018 at 2:24 pm
CPQA
I am not Tom Kratman. He gave permission to disseminate this. If you want to say thanks join baen’s bar for free or buy his books. I would start with “A Desert Called Peace.”
October 19, 2018 at 7:45 pm
John D. Egbert
Got it. Read it. Liked it. Will get and read more . . .
October 19, 2018 at 8:44 am
The Nth Doctor
Well played, sir, well played. Score yourself five bonus points. 😀
October 19, 2018 at 12:08 pm
Richard
No, the line should be, “I wouldn’t F*ck her with Whoopi Goldberg’s d*ck!”
October 19, 2018 at 2:24 pm
CPQA
I am not Tom Kratman. He gave permission to disseminate this. If you want to say thanks join baen’s bar for free or buy his books. I would start with “A Desert Called Peace.”
October 19, 2018 at 2:07 am
Pete231
They all get prettier at closing time, don’t they. I wouldn’t fuck her with your d*ck……….
October 19, 2018 at 8:43 am
Unca Walt
Duck? Deck? Dock? Dyke?
October 19, 2018 at 6:08 pm
Pamela
Would you let Bill with his member…
October 19, 2018 at 7:49 pm
John D. Egbert
C’mon, Pete, give credit where credit is due: Mickey Gilley (cousin to “The Killer,” Jerry Lee Lewis): “The Girls All Get Prettier At Closing Time.” Great song.
October 19, 2018 at 4:27 am
Calvin
They are predictable and have people on the inside. Set them up with a GOP figure going to diner where everyone in the eatery is a member of the Trump posse. Take down the camera operators and then take down the rest…in a benign and generally humiliating fashion. Find those inside people and turn them into double agents for Trump. We could run those idiots all the place or have them protesting Alec Baldwin as he eats. They are not the sharpest tacks.
And another one of “them” I hope catches shit until she decides to suck start a 12 ga.
October 19, 2018 at 6:56 am
GWB
And, strategic placement of the hands, Chris. *sigh*
October 19, 2018 at 10:34 am
canuck49
Donald Trump, according to William Galston of The Wall Street Journal.
Rule 1: The end always justifies the means. Asked whether he had spoken disrespectfully about Christine Blasey Ford, he said, “I’m not going to get into it, because we won. It doesn’t matter; we won.” . . .
Rule 2: No matter the truth of accusations against you, deny everything. Bob Woodward’s recent book quotes Mr. Trump counseling a friend who had privately confessed to sexual-misconduct charges against him. “You’ve got to deny, deny, deny, and push back hard on these women,” says Mr. Trump. “If you admit to anything and any culpability, then you’re dead.” . . .
Rule 3: Responding to criticism on its merits is pointless. Instead, challenge the motives and character of your critics. . . . If ridicule works, use it, even if it means caricaturing your adversaries by reducing them to their weakest trait. If Jeb Bush is “low energy,” who cares what he thinks about immigration?
Rule 4: To win, you must arouse your supporters, and deepening divisions is the surest way to do it. Even if compromise could solve important problems, reject it whenever it threatens to reduce the fervor of your base. No gain in the public good is important enough to justify the loss of power.
Rule 5: It is wonderful to be loved, but if you must choose, it is better to be feared than loved. The desire for love puts you at the mercy of those who can withhold it; creating fear puts you on offense. . . .
October 19, 2018 at 11:20 am
MAJ Arkay
Mr. Galston has re-read Saul Alinsky and mistaken him for DJT.
We didn’t elect a pet to be loved we elected an experienced hardass ceo who has no financial or political fear and has found that public ridicule of the hilariously partisan establishment and absolutely instills fear in them, turning the words and methods of the leftists against them while gleefully tweaking and mocking them, is the key to putting America first, getting shit done, and Making America Great Again.
Good and factual article, if unintentionally and hilariously ironic.
They are funny, especially when mocked and ridiculed by DT.
But ultimately, what they want and what they can do if we get at all complacent and give them half a chance, is no laughing matter. This mid-term is YUUGGE! VOTE!
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Lieawatha will pass on Meth and soon be huffing gasoline to ease her pain.
That’s when you offer her a light.
It’s good to be polite.
Oh, for Pete’s sake, make that obnoxious, lazy cow refill her own glass! She’s no more special than a dried blade of grass in my yard.
Skye isn’t reverting, is she?
Just a question: in regard to ruining someone’s food order at a restaurant because s/he is Republican, how will these proggie lizards know these peaceful people who just want a meal are Republican? Is this an assumption on their part?
Must one carry the pepper spray canister gun just to go out to dinner? 🙂
I hope to see some large bloc arrests and serious fines and lockup time for disturbing the peace and property damage after the midterms.
I’d also like to see the use of firehoses to repel The Destructors. (I know: Shades of the Sixties!)
But most of all, are we getting enough mayhem from the little darlings to annoy people so much that they vote Conservative, regardless?
If they become repellent enough, they’ll move their liberal centrist counterparts across the center line into the conservative section, and that will change a lot of things.
Delilah,
In lieu of pepper spray, I recommend bringing your own steak knife, as in a nicely honed K-bar knife.
Some of us have a high tolerance and consider pepper spray to be somewhere between a condiment and after shave.
But a large fighting knife driven through the offenders appendage deep into the table, that will get their attention.
You do realize that if you put mashed potatoes in someone’s face, it’s more likely to stop an attack than a knife, right?
It helps if you live some place where the local LEOs have a low tolerance for vandals and assailants, and I do. Get away from the larger cities and common sense returns to the atmosphere.
But you can’t sic a herd of goats on her to clear the chaff.
Not Firehoses.. but Water Cannon trucks filled with Liquid Starch laced with Capsicum ; it’s a Gift that Keeps on Giving.
Sorry, Miss D, but I suspect you’re going to be disappointed, For one thing, I suspect the cops are going to sympathize more with the thugs disrupting people’s lives than with the targets of said thugs. For another remember that the prosecuting attorneys and judges are known to be overwhelmingly lib/prog.
That lib/prog thing depends on where you are. The prosecuting attorney in this county has two people in jail on zero bond/no bail.
There is low to zero tolerance for destruction and disrupting people’s lives in this area and to the south of me. Not every state is awash in law enforcement that exists in a cocoon of denial of reality.
Yes, an instruction manual on resistance by the French to the occupying Germans, stated only a barbarian wouldn’t offer a light to the Germans.
Yes, find something, ANYTHING, to laugh at a Libtard. They have NO sense of humor. Humor enrages a Libtard, since they have none themselves.
LSDs, to be real, have had their sense of humor surgically removed – if it ever really existed in the first place. Without anesethesia – which adds to their “acidosis.”
Laughter is the best medicine. But don’t tell the AMA. They’ll have their O’BozoCare DildoCrat friends in Kongress pass a law outlawing laughter.
I had a nightmare last (Wednesday) night. I saw a campaign sign in my neighbor across the street’s yard. The sign read “Clinton/Warren 2020”. Woke up in a cold sweat. Can you imagine what havoc HRC could wreak from 600 Penn.? They manufactured several million bogus (fraudulent) votes in ’16. Imagine what they could do if their tech weenies actually got their act together and their asses in gear?
That should be “Clinton/Warren 1/2020”
Imagine no more: https://lidblog.com/voter-fraud-more-registered-voters/
https://bar.baen.com/index.php?t=msg&th=148151&start=0&
The Song of Lieawatha
By Tom Kratman
Part the First
By the banks of the Charles River,
Right across the shining gilt dome,
On the application job-worth,
Near the old prestigious brick yard,
Lieawatha, also known as
Spreading Bull and Fauxcahontas,
Filled her out the little boxes
Checked she off the lie, “Cherokee.”
Never thinking she’d be found out
Thinking much of salary bloated
Contemplating huge fees speaking
Prestige endless, public office.
Thought she, “What’s one little white lie;
Lesser still one little red one?”
In she turned the application.
Made she Harvard swoon in virtue
“Have we now our red professor!
Better still, red not in one way,
But in two, with massive virtue,
From her ancestors oppressed.”
Drew she then the massive salary
As her students became debt-slaves.
Ran she then for public office,
With her resume of virtue,
And she won but still some noticed
That her story didn’t add up.
Yet lived she in Massachusetts
Where the palatable lie is
Infinitely preferable
To the truth, hard and unvarnished,
Just provided that the students
And the professoriate loony
Can still feel their wondrous virtue,
Signaling it to the whole world.
Part the Second
Never ended then the questions
And the snickers from the knowing.
While the President, he pointed,
Laughing loudly, too, and sneering
At the worse-than-dumb presumption
That this white bitch was an Indian.
Then had she an idea brilliant;
“I shall take a DNA test,
Which will prove beyond a shadow
That my family’s half-remembered
Poorly researched anecdotals
Were still true and I am truly
Of the blood of Great Sequoyah.”
Then took she the DNA test
And released the answers given
To the fawning lefty papers
Globe and New York Times and WaPo
Whereupon those selfsame papers
Wrapped themselves in shrouds of virtue
Saying loudly, each and every,
That this proved beyond a single
Little nagging doubt forever
That our professorial injun
And our senatorial redskin
Was exactly what she had said,
And, in truth, a real live Indian.
Then the libertarian dummies,
Hating Trump beyond all reason
Loudly echoed just that feeling
Because even like the papers
The illiterate motherfuckers
Never realized that there is no
Possible test that could prove that
Anyone in any position
Was indeed a fucking injun.
Part the Third
“Opps,” she said, when it was pointed
Out, in every nook and crannie,
That the test so widely vaunted,
Not just failed to prove her truthful,
But made her and all the others
Look most stupid and dishonest,
And the best that she could hope for
Was that she might be an Inca.
“Oops,” said she, again, as soon as
She came to the understanding
That her highest aspirations
Had just disappeared in thin smoke,
And she’d given ammunition
In the form of sundry jokings
To whoever might oppose her
From the now to the forever.
Worse and worse it now did turn out
Or, more truly, was more noticed,
That her family’s sole connection
To the people called “Cherokee”
Was her multi-great grandfather who,
In manner most SS-like
Herded men, women, and children
Of the people called, “Cherokee,”
To the concentration camp whence
They were marched to Oklahoma
On the rout of which they perished
Men and women, little children,
In huge numbers all uncounted,
Buried by the trail unmarked
With their spirits long now fuming
That this white bitch with no linkage
Except that of crime and murder
Should still profit from their suff’ring.
Then the spirits laughed,
“Hahaha.”
Bravo, fucking BRAVO.
I am not Tom Kratman. He gave permission to disseminate this. If you want to say thanks join baen’s bar for free or buy his books. I would start with “A Desert Called Peace.”
Got it. Read it. Liked it. Will get and read more . . .
Well played, sir, well played. Score yourself five bonus points. 😀
No, the line should be, “I wouldn’t F*ck her with Whoopi Goldberg’s d*ck!”
I am not Tom Kratman. He gave permission to disseminate this. If you want to say thanks join baen’s bar for free or buy his books. I would start with “A Desert Called Peace.”
They all get prettier at closing time, don’t they. I wouldn’t fuck her with your d*ck……….
Duck? Deck? Dock? Dyke?
Would you let Bill with his member…
C’mon, Pete, give credit where credit is due: Mickey Gilley (cousin to “The Killer,” Jerry Lee Lewis): “The Girls All Get Prettier At Closing Time.” Great song.
They are predictable and have people on the inside. Set them up with a GOP figure going to diner where everyone in the eatery is a member of the Trump posse. Take down the camera operators and then take down the rest…in a benign and generally humiliating fashion. Find those inside people and turn them into double agents for Trump. We could run those idiots all the place or have them protesting Alec Baldwin as he eats. They are not the sharpest tacks.
And another one of “them” I hope catches shit until she decides to suck start a 12 ga.
And, strategic placement of the hands, Chris. *sigh*
Donald Trump, according to William Galston of The Wall Street Journal.
Rule 1: The end always justifies the means. Asked whether he had spoken disrespectfully about Christine Blasey Ford, he said, “I’m not going to get into it, because we won. It doesn’t matter; we won.” . . .
Rule 2: No matter the truth of accusations against you, deny everything. Bob Woodward’s recent book quotes Mr. Trump counseling a friend who had privately confessed to sexual-misconduct charges against him. “You’ve got to deny, deny, deny, and push back hard on these women,” says Mr. Trump. “If you admit to anything and any culpability, then you’re dead.” . . .
Rule 3: Responding to criticism on its merits is pointless. Instead, challenge the motives and character of your critics. . . . If ridicule works, use it, even if it means caricaturing your adversaries by reducing them to their weakest trait. If Jeb Bush is “low energy,” who cares what he thinks about immigration?
Rule 4: To win, you must arouse your supporters, and deepening divisions is the surest way to do it. Even if compromise could solve important problems, reject it whenever it threatens to reduce the fervor of your base. No gain in the public good is important enough to justify the loss of power.
Rule 5: It is wonderful to be loved, but if you must choose, it is better to be feared than loved. The desire for love puts you at the mercy of those who can withhold it; creating fear puts you on offense. . . .
Mr. Galston has re-read Saul Alinsky and mistaken him for DJT.
All totally accurate and all totally justified.
We didn’t elect a pet to be loved we elected an experienced hardass ceo who has no financial or political fear and has found that public ridicule of the hilariously partisan establishment and absolutely instills fear in them, turning the words and methods of the leftists against them while gleefully tweaking and mocking them, is the key to putting America first, getting shit done, and Making America Great Again.
Good and factual article, if unintentionally and hilariously ironic.
“People…humor them.”
Laughing at them, not with them.
They are funny, especially when mocked and ridiculed by DT.
But ultimately, what they want and what they can do if we get at all complacent and give them half a chance, is no laughing matter. This mid-term is YUUGGE! VOTE!
On and while I’m here. Freedom toons.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=W7h89KWOXVE
Look at it this way. My three cats have more intelligence, common sense and integrity than any prog/dem/lib out there.
Any? How ’bout most?