I’m sorry, but what?
Are you familiar with racism? Like, even a little bit? Have you actually watched the Rocky movies? I’m assuming that you’re not, and you haven’t, and you only wrote this filth because you’re in love with the smell of your own verbal diarrhea.
The next time I see someone use the phrase “what does that even mean” about something that is clearly understandable and well-defined, I’m going to shove a boot so far up your fucking ass that you’ll be tasting leather and dogshit for the rest of your life.
And yes, I specifically plan to do this just after I’ve stepped in a steaming-fresh pile of dogshit. Even if I have to buy a fucking dog and feed it until it takes a shit and take care of it for the rest of its life, it would be worth it. And if you add “LOL” afterward? I’ll grind the other boot in your face for double penetration.
Okay, bro, first of all—can we tone down the caplock a tad, please? I can tell you’re excited. You’re practically jizzing your pants over there. Just calm down so you don’t accidentally have sex and produce moronic offspring.
Where do I even fucking begin?
First off, why are you sexualizing Sarah Palin so much? Do you want a whore for a president? Why does she need razor sharp nails and red high heels, to “serve” you the way you need to be served? That’s some pretty kinky shit, Joel. You even call her “SarahCuda,” which is just a few steps over from “Sarah’s Cooter”—a term that a man as eloquent as you surely shies from using, of course.
And why do you want to do it like a barracuda? Have you seen a barracuda?
These motherfuckers are vicious and ugly. Which, I admit, does describe Palin quite well, but that doesn’t explain why the fuck you seem to want to mate with one.
I think I found your problem, though. You say her supporters are looking around for a “conservative” candidate. You should be looking for an actual conservative candidate, not a candidate who pretends to be a politician so she can end up with lucrative book deals and her own television shows. That’s probably why the GOP is in such a clusterfuck right now; you guys don’t even know what a politician is, much less how to elect one.
Go back to middle school civics, then call me when you’re able to pass in four or five years.
(I’m not blurring this shit out, it was on a public FB. Have fun, Joelie!)
Yeah right, like I’m going to follow a blog that might give someone a fucking seizure.
(Source: partouse)
To my fellow Editors, I am begging you: do not feature meme posts in #Politics. #Politics is not Memebase. It is (theoretically) a place where people come to browse commentary from Tumblr’s political community that is somehow remarkable. Whether this comes in the form of an informative infographic, or intrepid analysis by a fellow blogger, it at least has to offer something in the way of productive content. It doesn’t have to be neutral or objective, but it ought to at least be respectable. Posting Scumbag Steve Ron Paul Memes might be fanciful and hilarious; it might wrack the average on-looker verily with hearty guffaws; or better still, enjoin one to bloat rotund with schadenfreude at the grimaced cajolery of Libertarian hoplites. But it doesn’t belong in the Featured #Politics section.
(This is not a personal attack on the blogger who posted the meme. It is an entreaty to my fellow editors to preserve the Featured #Politics tag for decent content, rather than the political equivalent of lawlcats. Political memes are fine and often hilarious. They just don’t belong under the featured section in #Politics).
Hey genius, the term is lolcat. Look what happens when you search “lawlcat” in Google:
Google isn’t even sentient and even Google knows it’s lolcat. You got owned by an algorithm written by a bunch of hippies.
Who supports who? Quiet interesting…
Quiet interesting? What, did you mean, interesting at a low volume? Or maybe in a metaphorical sense, interesting that is shy and retreating, or interesting that doesn’t say much? None of those sounds very interesting to me, jackass.
“I ate the entire box of Funyuns. Yes, I did it. I was a teenager. I was crazy back then.”
Um, EXCUSE ME, but Funyuns do not come in a box. Funyuns come in a bag. NOBODY gets Funyuns in a box, idiot. Unless maybe you’re some kind of fucking communist eating pinko Trotsky Funyonoviches.
